Sound Of Music (Deluxe Version) Lyrics

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