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stop acting like you 'bout sum
Try me, and we know the outcome
Diss me your hoe blast my album
She pop an X like she's Malcolm
Tell her, get it shawty,

this goat talk like I ain't picking my foes off
One by one, just making sure I don't go soft
Smoke the best weed, always blowing an O off
And bars is

Phantom bitch, call it moan of the dead
Men all up on me, they giving me head
Went to the bakery, stole all of they bread
Cookin' up heat like my

much
My albums they call Final Fantasy
They used to say cuz I'm a gamer
That my raps wouldn't bring heat
Then again, those are people whose ass I had

dumb fucks

Hittas got heat
My blade like a tool kit
Tech, Ty Lee
Definition of a cool kid

Check my chi
Limousine, been stretched out
Kept my calm,
Long

you,
Turnt to dust fallen albums. 

When I get on this mode, this the crown of the thorns,
Ripping devil horns, from a future that is born. 
This

drop the album
We'll be fine without them...
100% hoe
My heart rate is just t like the tempo
I'm in the bando 
I'll put your girl in the friend zone

for me but all I heard was crickets
Made records with Halftime all I heard was snippets
He was cooking up the heat raw beats from the skillet
I move in

them Mario brothers
Is the shell red or blue, I'm worried bout the colors
Rock his ass with a pill, yeah I cleaned his fuckin' gutters
Dropped an album

La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
Your principals are hung up
On aluminum
Reflecting all the heat
That needs

an eagle flying
Through these New York City streets 
Pledge to be creative and 
Make this heat for the lonely beats
Got no time for weak minded cats who talk

it
I want all the cash, I want all of it
I want all the heat, I want all of it
I hit my plugs line for some loud and some lines
He said he swing by

what you would lack
You gotta pick the pen up and create another tool from scratch
Since I dropped my album I've been comfortable, much too in fact
Been

I got u on a date I got u in my life
Okay
I got u by my side u make me fine
Okay
I chase the money babe I can't stop it
I'll buy you a house babe I

a decision, it ain't a home
These are nothing but just walls with a ceiling
I see myself, in a mansion far from all of who's speaking, not by myself
But with

Three in the morning, I'm stroking my meat
Iron on me, bitch, I carry that heat
Hop on the track and I'm killing the beat
Bitch, I've been slanging

the while she hiding she be breaking your back now
I keep my
Fuckboys on a collar and leash, I got a
Whole album with no call to release, I got no
Real need

was never ready for this heat
I'm in Jenna Ortegas dm's and that shit gettin' rizzy
If you want this smoke you can get it no kizzy
They say make bigger

Mystery like who done it.

The date that album plummets.
Like hit it from the back you will never see it coming.
Down.

You will never hear me dumbin.
While

Track: “Infected (feat. Benjels) [prod. Benjels]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020

Now y'all be feeling all this heat
It's boutta get hotter by this sick ass beat
Hit my stall up, wait for hops to come out
With that big bag of poppers

I start at the bottom, I'm loving the scraps
Got a whole meal on my back
Got a whole table, I'm eating off that
Got a whole album, you're feeling

the heat
I saw you there
While your messing with the air

People, places, all consumed.
By the smell of peppermint perfume and
The warmth when we held each

back, making music, selling albums
No more cooking crack

We was in a bando, 95 Fahrenheit, them nosy Ass people in your business, call them Parasites
My