Teen Spirit Radio Vol 2

Lyrics

[Part I: Woke Up Today*] [Intro] Listen to this track, bitch Honorable C.N.O.T.E Yeah, ha-ha You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio live on Power 98 Thank you, GUCCI-woo Forever-ever, forever Huh, forever, ha-ha, forever, ha-ha, come on This is a certified hood classic Trap-a-Holics Mixtapes Come on, I swear [Verse] Woke up today to a check She gave me neck I'm thankin' God 'cause I'm blessed (GUCCI) Better walk out with a vest and a Kel-Tec These niggas takin' a risk (Phew-phew, phew) Grading these niggas like tests Better watch out 'cause these niggas aiming at heads Aiming at feds while you sleep up in your bed Niggas, they takin' yo' bitch (Yah-yah) I love my shooter, he shoot from a long distance I need money so that's why my palms itchin' I be tweakin', these hoes like, "What's wrong with ya?" Kick that ho to the curb, I need more millions I'm controlled by this money, I think it's voodoo Take a molly, a Perc' then I fly to Pluto I wear Gucci but I be a boss like Hvgo She wan' fuck me 'cause I got free bands like Scooter [Part II: Trusting the Process*] [Intro] Yeah, ayy, one-two, three-four Hello, you've reached the Teen Spirit hotline, can you please hold? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy O-o-o-o-o-oh, mmm-mmm-mmm Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Trust me, I'm trusting yo' process I have no owner, no object Bitch I just came out the projects All alone with the goonies and monsters Get a bag and I'm holdin' it hostage Plenty thoughts on my head, they won't go away Tryna focus on makin' some more today Know my mama be proud of her boy today No, I don't know her name, I just call her bae [Verse] And she let me beat like a 808 Bitch I'm covered in gold, I won't fade away I won't stop, I need more 'til it break the plate All this shit I been through, I ain't even young I might smoke me a pound, smoke it 'til it's done I'm that nigga 'cause I am my mama son Told her I ain't in love, she's just fuckin' fun Gotta stick to the G-code More holes than a [?], oh Shootin' shit like a free throw I been gone for a week, though (Hello, you've reached the Teen Spirit hotline, can you please hold?) Well fuck it 'cause I'm feelin' marvelous Bitch I just dropped the roof, I'm on top of it Got so much sauce, let them borrow it You never know when tomorrow end [Chorus] Trust me, I'm trusting yo' process I have no owner, no object Bitch I just came out the projects All alone with the goonies and monsters Get a bag and I'm holdin' it hostage Plenty thoughts on my head, they won't go away [Part III: True Enough*] [Chorus] I'm somewhere smokin' on a mountain, find me on my own (Trap-a-Holics) You always come to me with problems, bitch leave me alone I'm on the go baby, but you know that it's you I love Don't fuck these hoes, lil' baby, you said that ain't true enough Stick to the concept I sip straight Wock' but my baby shaped like a wine glass I hit her phone, I say, "Come over with yo' fine ass" Make her rewind that Look how the time pass [Verse] My blunt strong like I laced it Turn the damn coupe to a whole spaceship Hit this jet, I'm gon' to Jamaica Who you playin', boy? You ain't never take shit We was standin' on the block, had to take risks Had to sell Off-White like K-Swiss I was totin' on the mag, go apeshit We don't want no problem Hop up in the coupe, we lost the top just like a bottle Me and bro at fashion week, we fuckin' cover models UK hoes, they swallow I don't even drive no auto Big bag, got the bankteller in my way Backwood full of cookie while I'm countin' this cake [?], nigga I won't play Told her, "Suck my dick [?]" [Chorus] I'm somewhere smokin' on a mountain, find me on my own You always come to me with problems, bitch leave me alone I'm on the go baby, but you know that it's you I love Don't fuck these hoes, lil' baby, you said that ain't true enough Stick to the concept I sip straight Wock' but my baby shaped like a wine glass [Part IV: Highway*] [Intro] Oh, yah, oh, yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, yah, oh, yeah-yeah-yeah (Evil Empire laughing all the way to the bank, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) [Verse] I be speedin' down the highway Think I left my pistol in the driveway Bitches always tryna ruin my day And for Christmas, think I want a i8 I'm that nigga, how the fuck am I late? Got these diamonds, damn I'm feelin' Ice Age Ain't no pussy nigga takin' my place You can try but you won't come in my face (Ha, got'eem, ha, got'eem, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha) [Part V: I'm the President*] [Intro] Ya dig? Huh Yeah, never lose 15 shit, eleven, what's boolin'? (You are now listening to Teen Spirit Radio live on Power 98, thank you, GUCCI-woo) You know how we comin', ayy Ayy, ayy [Verse] Tell my plug that I need a whole zip I be smokin', he know what it is You be blowin', you know that it's mid Swear to God, I ain't smokin' that shit Young nigga been tough on the boulevard I'ma take off a coat like a pull-apart He was [?] lil' bitch, now you think that you hard? Bet these bullets gon' hit, put a hole in him I'll send you some drugs, I got opium Bitch you rap all like bricks and petroleum I'm the president, where is my podium? And that lil' nigga salty as sodium And we creepin', bitch I'm in the whip Better slide, nigga, you better dip Got a K and I'm namin' her Kim Nigga lying, he living a Sim Wait, hold up, what was that shit you was talking? I might go fly to L.A. to sit in the sun and fuck in the ocean And that lil' bitch on my dick, she say I got green She think she Fiona I dropped out, right outta college Fuck it, don't need a degree All of this shit that these teachers be talkin' don't really mean nothing to me I tend to flex on my niggas and fuck on these bitches, take trips overseas I'm in the back, in the back and she twerkin', you know that she do it with ease Hold up, I had to dip from the bitch (Why?) She actin' different 'n' shit (Hah) I'm tryna get me some neck but she trippin' She say, "I ain't been home in a minute," damn But you know that, these bitches, they love me Told her, "Bring me a friend," it's just us three Know them bitches be waiting to fuck me In the bed, we be fighting like rugby Hold on, stop Think this nigga lookin', told my bitch to pass the Glock That police a rookie if he think we 'bout to stop You know all my niggas booking, wouldn't stop until we drop We erase him like a blemish, I think you a photo opp Yeah, and I'm finished Spent the whole band at Dennis You will get ended like a sentence And I'm smoking, runnin' through Venice