Dt. - Teen Spirit (feat. Buddy Flo) Lyrics

Girl, screamin' shots, shots, shots tryna get lost in your girl, I know, oh I know, oh I know, my nigga, oh I know
Eighteen with no money, feelin' lost in the world Screamin' shots, shots, shots tryna get lost in your girl
I'm faded but I'm keepin' faith, hope it ain't much more wait for me to take
Know they expect me to break, but f*ck a chaser, drink it straight, I'm good

That's what I tell em when they ask me, if you tryna match me, let me know, you know I got them sacks
Gee, that's the reason that I'm here, mama found my stash and kicked me out
My homie called from county earlier, he yellin' get me out
Hate I take, rappers talkin' about how much bank they make

We love to break, they safe, come to rock for what's my strength, they place
Damn, I can taste the hate, nigga, bring the hunger out
These garbage rappers gettin' rich, I'm livin' house to f*ckin' house
But I'm gon' have my time and it just ain't now

So I'm gon' keep on grindin', I won't slow down
All the places I've been scarred was buried
All the times I was caught preparing
The person that she used to be will always have my heart to care

Remember me and her, we sittin' in pap rallies
And now it's just me and I'm walkin' down Death's Valley
I'm smokin' loud in these Midwest alleys
Evil tryna surround me, but them angels all around me

Singin', singin', treasure that precious teen spirit
Singin', singin', treasure that precious teen spirit
I hear him singin', singin', treasure that precious teen spirit
Can't you hear him singin', singin', treasure that precious teen spirit

We don't grind, we don't eat, there'll be times that we don't sleep
Just long nights in the studio, ain't gotta ask who I do it for
You know, we rock, niggas, plenty niggas don't f*ck with us
Trill niggas gon' rock with us, it's lil' niggas that trust in us

I gotta get it, I gotta get it, if it's loud, I gotta hit it
My pop's tired, my mom's broke, she's sick of drivin' that Honda Civic
When it's over, I'ma have her whippin' somethin' super clean
With the top missin' for the simple fact that she held it down

When we barely had us a pot to piss in
Not to mention how they got Doc locked up in prison
I'ma hold it down to the day you free, man
All these niggas need to stop the snitchin

All these niggas need to stop the hatin
Only time I hate us when it's on the system
Young niggas with the same vision
Ain't this the shit that the game missin' out on

Remember me and her, we sittin' in pap rallies
And now it's just me and I'm walkin' down Death's Valley
I'm smokin' loud in these Midwest alleys
Evil tryin' to surround me, but them angels all around me

Singin', singin
Treasure that precious teen spirit
They singin', singin
Treasure that precious teen spirit

I hear em' singin', singin
Treasure that precious teen spirit
Can't you hear em' singin', singin
Treasure that precious teen spirit, I know

Niggas out here hatin', makin' allegations
I got your girl fakin', I told her that I was waitin
Done payments, I'm makin' amazin', all this bid is dope
I lay the firsts down today and hit it with the four

Package it all up, then we load it on the pole
And a couple planes, nigga, we gon' move it coast to coast
There's some shit that you can smoke
Inject the snort, nigga, so pure

Resurrect the soul back in the corpse, nigga
Some chains and some camos, business to be handled
Made it from a bus to a Lambo
Your show gettin' canceled

Me and your girl in Washington
Havin' skin doze
And I class between like
Passin' the money like