[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 n***as takin' a risk (Phew-phew, phew)
Grading these n***as like tests
Better watch out 'cause these n***as aiming at heads
Aiming at feds while you sleep up in your bed
N***as, 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 n***a '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
[?], n***a 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 n***a, how the fuck am I late?
Got these diamonds, damn I'm feelin' Ice Age
Ain't no pussy n***a 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, 11, 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 n***a 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' n***a salty as sodium
And we creepin', bitch I'm in the whip
Better slide, n***a, you better dip
Got a K and I'm namin' her Kim
N***a 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 n***as 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 n***a lookin', told my bitch to pass the Glock
That police a rookie if he think we 'bout to stop
You know all my n***as 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