"Young Boy, What You Trying to Do?" · Yasukay Writing the Hook | Temple Studio Philadelphia

0:00So, what are you doing? Right now, I just got this beat. I’m just writing to it. Try to think about how I want to go. If I want to get real political, real chill, but whatever. So, we got it written in my notebook. Got written out here. Okay. You see, he doesn’t just write, he draws. He animates it all. He’s got a vision. Yeah, yeah. It’s like I know I went to the hood. It’s like What you trying to do, young boy? Me and my crew. Young boy. What you trying to do? Young boy. Feel the devil, too. Young boy. What you trying to do? Young

0:36boy. Me and my crew. Young boy. What you trying to do? Young boy. Feel the dope. Yeah. You enslaved by devices. Raise the gas prices for the righteous. Food stamp shorts while my taxes go to ISIS. The truth persist if your flow stay the nicest. Hungry for a check, hope this verse give me the idest. Ask ChatGPT for a verse, you can’t write this. EBT stuffed in the purse with some tinted fears. Yes, you can’t get in it. Off his chest [bleeped] now. Hoping that you like this. Days I don’t rap, days I don’t talk. Visions of me going broke when I hit the writer’s block. There’s a verse

1:09inside my head when I’m running through my thoughts. And these rhymes running through it, [bleeped] running around the block. I don’t want to hear your rap, you can put it in the blog. If you not behind the mic, I don’t want to hear you talk. Chilling with my lady, I can give her what she want, but she want her a Mercedes. She must think I’m Elon Musk. Chilling in the scene where I got to keep it running. I copy beats system, I don’t never need a blunt. Yes, you can rap in the Philadelphia. Yes, you speaking job in the Philadelphia. Summer nights turn cold like Elsa. [bleeped] getting on, I don’t

1:39even know the line. Young boy. What you trying to do? Young boy. Me and my crew. Young boy. What you trying to do? Young boy. Philadelphia. I jump the track, [bleeped] I don’t need no reason. Put the trees in lynching fashion market, it’s the fashion season. Reaganomics got me speaking kind of Ebonics. Make me kill a [bleeped] just so I can feel completion. What’s the reason? Get your mind blown. Been knew that they cloned Tyrone. Just eat the chicken with your eyes closed. Only I know that God knows. Who’s that? Real rap. [bleeped] asking questions and they seeing all black. That’s K in this [bleeped] speaking facts. I

2:16can’t wait till I get these superpowers. Sleep with one eye open if you win at Trump Tower. This your final hour. [bleeped] acting sour. Know about the game getting stainless. [bleeped] in the game but they moving gameless. Put you in the grave graveless nameless. Now we got the stainless steel. Got to keep it real shooting in my field like some Navy Seals. Pop a pill or maybe pop a wheelie in Philly. You know the dilly. Real rap. Red voice white ceiling. No, that’s cool though.