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bitch is passing by man I might stare
Steady without bullshit, you sitting with your lies bare
I could write poem and give these people a slight scare

I got passion and soul
When the album sells I get wild as hell
And im  by myself there's no signing deals
And I'm kind as hell but no fine to sell

Gucci down to the sock
And my fist on Thanos, way I'm wearing these rocks
Bet a hunnid' I look better than your man by a lot
I ain't hearing no heat, all

Running outta ink, I still goin' write
Raising the damn bar of musical excellence
Rappers sound illiterate, while I express eloquence
My album is

say guys, are you ready to turn up the heat icitte? I thought so guys. 

Bon tout la soiree all night long, the popular trio chicken finger, potato

was dinner?" said,"Mine was great"
Had the salmon and beer, she had the wine and steak
Last album kind of late
That was my mistake
Shit was kind

back
Looking to the future, screw the past
Playing hard pray I don't crash
I'm reaching for the heat
Gotta get it before I leave my teens
I won't switch

Up on those late nights chillin like I'm Krillin
You like a villain cuz you can't feel the heat that I put on the beat
I got the fleet on my back I put

on to the next before a week goes by 
I give credit only where I see that credit is due 
That last album took a week to put together for you
I'm on top of my wave

to the beat move you feet get rhythm
Squares to a prism what's a diamond to an album
I can see em hiding' so I go get em
Coach said "get em'; I told coach "got

fuckin' hoes all fiends
This album gon' go hard praying platinum in this bitch, your bitch a whole ass whale Lookin' like moby dick, huh (Bitch)
Lets go,

a pocket pussy so feeble
Thought he cold up on my shoulder let me heat the metal 
Controlling nothing but a beat block run by devil 
That girl a dime piece

outcome
I finally did an album
Bump it now bruh
Put it on the loud subs
I still have my doubts but
I know there's no problem I can't outrun
Sneakers tied

an issue
Look
I ain’t been this hot since The Truth
2017 the tip of my youth
2018
I was stirring the soup
Stirring the beef
Puttin out heat
2019
I purchased

yourself a rapper
Wrap it up
We've had enough of that
New sound with a crisp flow, but I ain't here to say my wrist cold
Got some hot hands cuz' I jot heat

Written By: Derrick Wyatt and Charles Bacome II


Don’t wanna let my mama down, she built it from the ground
We done seen so many hard days, don’t

going up
So you can't fuck with us
We be going up
So you can't fuck with us

I been with the shits 2012, eleven
I been in the heat
But I learned my lesson

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

Track: “Blasphemy (feat. Bue) [prod. Jaysea & Bri Crisp]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”

the reason why I had to get away from niggas
Ol’ chickenhead ass had to pluck them niggas
You know the album out you know it is nigga
It’s a heat check
Dwayne

Makaveli in the booth spitting heat 
Capsaicin in my belly chew these mc chickens like they peri peri
You a'int never seen a supervillain cook like

Written By: Derrick Wyatt


Done did all the work, now I’m chasing the dream
Focus on the team now we gettin the cream
Been observing the game, like

I’m reciting,
Don’t repeat it or you gettin’ struck by lighting.
Piff herb out in Pittsburgh.
Spit it sweet,
No dessert.
Bring the heat like deserts.

about me
I made my peace by killing beats out there in Durham county
While they would sleep, I'd write sixteens, to keep myself from drowning
And now I'm