Trife Da God - Doomz Day
[Intro: Trife Da God]
Theodore nigga, (That's right)
Let’s get it poppin, (Starks Enterprise)
This is Trife Da God, Chillin with my man DJ Phantom, (That's right)
Straight from Staten Island, (Stapleton) All the way to Queens, (Broad Street)
Bout to smash yall niggas mics, (Word Up)
Straight up, (Game face ass niggas)
Man do Gattin Island, (Du Lilz)
It's like this yall. (Stapleton)
[Trife Da God]
Ayo, Ayo, Ayo these niggas tryna take my style,
Hack my computer with a virus and erase my files,
A bunch of bitters, Call theirselves writers, Look up in my face and smile,
Hit em in the street like a beast that escaped from the wild,
Cause what I feel is what I write down, Stapleton is Trife's town,
Whoever wanna dispute it, I'll prove it to em right now,
And I don't need my team, I'll ride for dolo,
And snatch your ass out your whip, Like grand theft auto,
My 9 semi auto let go, Hammers will do you damage, Hard to manage,
Pin your ass to the cameras, And take advantage,
Please understand it, Do your grease like a mechanic,
I aint bring you in this world, But I'll take you right off this planet,
I'm a harsh fellow, That will roast your marshmallow,
Drug you up with morphine till your eyes is dark yellow,
So you niggas better give me some answers,
Or I'ma have to lump niggas up, Like tities with cancer,
Yall need to stop stuntin, Like Tony Hawk,
Boppin around wit your phony walks, Your style is pork,
My hood is like a wild resort, (Uh huh)
Finished off a g-bar, Good thing I only took 3 shorts,
One from Debbie, Crack head Eddy, And Miss Peggy,
And I'm a stingy nigga so you know they had to beg me,
A Stapleton nigga whose always on the grind,
Money over bitches but sex is always on my mind,
Yous a cheerleader, Move when I'm sparkin them heaterz,
Cause most of yall cowards is broke like parking meters,
You no change havin, Still on the train chain snatchin,
Tyna get on, But it aint happenin, Get clapped like Eric Clapton,
Behind these enemy walls like Gene Hackman, You stripped for you platinum,
And everything else, You brought these things to yourself,
Unbalanced, Challenging the King for the belt.
[Outro: Trife Da God]
Get it poppin,
Trife Da God, Staten Island,
DJ Phantom, Nawhatimsayin,
Starks Enterprise, Def Jam bout to crash yall this year,
Straight Up.
Theodore nigga, (That's right)
Let’s get it poppin, (Starks Enterprise)
This is Trife Da God, Chillin with my man DJ Phantom, (That's right)
Straight from Staten Island, (Stapleton) All the way to Queens, (Broad Street)
Bout to smash yall niggas mics, (Word Up)
Straight up, (Game face ass niggas)
Man do Gattin Island, (Du Lilz)
It's like this yall. (Stapleton)
[Trife Da God]
Ayo, Ayo, Ayo these niggas tryna take my style,
Hack my computer with a virus and erase my files,
A bunch of bitters, Call theirselves writers, Look up in my face and smile,
Hit em in the street like a beast that escaped from the wild,
Cause what I feel is what I write down, Stapleton is Trife's town,
Whoever wanna dispute it, I'll prove it to em right now,
And I don't need my team, I'll ride for dolo,
And snatch your ass out your whip, Like grand theft auto,
My 9 semi auto let go, Hammers will do you damage, Hard to manage,
Pin your ass to the cameras, And take advantage,
Please understand it, Do your grease like a mechanic,
I aint bring you in this world, But I'll take you right off this planet,
I'm a harsh fellow, That will roast your marshmallow,
Drug you up with morphine till your eyes is dark yellow,
So you niggas better give me some answers,
Or I'ma have to lump niggas up, Like tities with cancer,
Yall need to stop stuntin, Like Tony Hawk,
Boppin around wit your phony walks, Your style is pork,
My hood is like a wild resort, (Uh huh)
Finished off a g-bar, Good thing I only took 3 shorts,
One from Debbie, Crack head Eddy, And Miss Peggy,
And I'm a stingy nigga so you know they had to beg me,
A Stapleton nigga whose always on the grind,
Money over bitches but sex is always on my mind,
Yous a cheerleader, Move when I'm sparkin them heaterz,
Cause most of yall cowards is broke like parking meters,
You no change havin, Still on the train chain snatchin,
Tyna get on, But it aint happenin, Get clapped like Eric Clapton,
Behind these enemy walls like Gene Hackman, You stripped for you platinum,
And everything else, You brought these things to yourself,
Unbalanced, Challenging the King for the belt.
[Outro: Trife Da God]
Get it poppin,
Trife Da God, Staten Island,
DJ Phantom, Nawhatimsayin,
Starks Enterprise, Def Jam bout to crash yall this year,
Straight Up.
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