Da Trini Trap God - "Sound Of Music" (Deluxe Version)

I'm just, Tryna Get my life, Right
It's a curfew, We can't Come out at, Night like
I'm trying to, Get my Money & my, Mind right
Cause I sleep, By day And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That curfew's Over I could, Trap right
I play every, Single borough And your block, Like
I don't give, A fuck my Nigga know I, Gotta get it
All my feens, Essential in the Nighttime know, They need it
Cause I got, The Best Buy This the, Sound Of Music
No less then, Fiffty every single Crumb is, Fucking moving
From queens, To Brooklyn And, Staten Island
Even in the, City Don't forget the, Bronx & Harlem
I'm from Trini, But I trap In New York, What's tha problem
Ain't gang, But this Snob nose, Gone revolve em
I was train, By the best R.I.P, They souls
I done lost, So many niggaz Now my heart, Is cold
But I gotta, Keep on grinding Till my pockets, Swole
I suggest, Don't contest Just stick to, The code
I came from miles, Away but on Your block like, Shit I'm bold
Why you think, It's a drought And your block, Slow
Cause I'm all, Up on your Block with tha, Best blow
Grade A, All white Straight, Yayo
I'm just, Trying to Get my life, Right
It's a curfew, We can't Come out at, Night like
I'm trying to, Get my Money & my, Mind right
Cause I sleep, By day And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That curfew's Over I could, Trap right
I play every, Single borough And your block, Like
Fuck them niggaz, I will set Up shop right, On his curve
I'm like casper, When I trap You won't see, Me serve
Even Brownville, My nigga I be on, They turf
Bed stuy and, The east but Flatbush was, The first
Couple years, Ago When i started, Pushing coke
I'm not racist, But I hung They blocks, By a Rope
Not a killa, But don't push Me I just, Want the doe
Really from, New jack city Call me, Nino
I'm the man, With them Grams on the, Low bro
Forty-two, A gram I Got it hard, Or soft yoo
All in, Corny Island Yeah they know, I got dope
Queensbridge, Far rock And couple, Ps bro
Fuck them, Corner boys They ain't getting, No doe
Crown Heights, We fuck they hoes And they don't, Know
I'm like Kobe, In his prime With a crack, Flow
Plus his shawty, Is the baddest With the best, Throat
I'm just, Trying to Get my life, Right
It's a curfew, We can't Come out at, Night like
I'm trying to, Get my Money & my, Mind right
Cause I sleep, By day And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That curfew's Over I could, Trap right
I play every, Single borough And your block, Like

Written by:
Kyle Charles

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