[Intro]
Trife: Yo, You remember 97 East my lord,
Kryme Life: Yeah, Ayo that's when Shebooze had the back of a shoe string on his arm,
Trife: Uhh huh, We was on the train and all that,
Kryme Life: That niggas stupid homes.

[Chorus 2X: Trife Da God]
We make pay, Break of day, Stay on the block,
Aint no lunch breaks, 24/7 we on the clock, (On the clock)
And we all tryna make it to the top, (That's right)
Some nigga get knocked, And others get shot.

[Trife Da God]
Ayo, I remember blowin reefer, Eatin slices of pizza,
Little dude whilin, Goin to Coney Island for Easter,
Fresh sneakers, New outfits,
Shoppin at Franklin Mills with Ben Franklin bills, Splurgin at the outlets,
Sunday mornin yawnin, Everybody flossin,
Out early just to see what everybodys sportin,
Jordans and Levis, Bitches wearin knee highs,
Used to be athletic but started puffin CI's,
Since I got older I crossed over, Switched hobbies,
Picture the lobbies, Fortune and blue, Hittin the Bobbies,
Doin sticks and robberies, Slangin dick to them hotties,
A young fella, Who kept bitches open like umbrellas,
Bought my first hammer from a gun seller with a body on it,
And I got it real cheap, Cause aint nobody want it,
These streets is haunted, Blocks is spooky,
And we hustle everyday, 20 rocks be juicy.

[Chorus]

[Trife Da God]
Ayo, My brain's full of ideas,
Sometimes I catch myself stuck wonderin, Where I'm gonna be in 5 years,
Dead or alive, Or one step ahead of the tribe,
Still in the hood, Tryin to stay away from negative vibes,
And I still got this negative side, That's overwhelmin,
Hard to control, And lord knows this nigga aint helpin,
But I'm strivin for perfection, Through the lies and deception,
Improvise through my lessons, Tryin to find some direction,
Instead of bein locked up, Inside of correction,
Used my pops as a guide and tried to rise in my profession,
In the studio one-two mic checkin, Closed session,
Niggas droppin in the street like cell phones with bad connections,
Gettin sent back to the essence at an early age,
Wishin I could go back to my youth, Reminiscing on them early days,
Raised in a world of terror, I'm from an era when,
Niggas got stuck for they leathers, Fiends shootin heroin.

[Chorus]

[Kryme Life]
Uh huh, Word,
You can see me late night out with the bike or on the stoup,
Up and down the runway, Chasin that loot,
Nigga we get money, Yall niggas used to,
Now your lookin at me funny, Like I wont remove you,
When it get crucial, I don't fold,
Growin in Stapleton made my mind so cold,
I'm sceamin, Yeah I'm sceamin on a platinum, (For Real)
No more big dreamin, Now it's time to make shit happen,
Been rappin, Ever since Kane, Scoop, and Scrap,
Six years later, I was boofin crack,
Caught up in the bad, Mixin orange juice and yack,
Now I'm poorin my life out, In exclusive tracks,
Take a sip from the cup of success,
Yo the plan is to get rich, And bring my peoples up from the jecks(?),
So I can't rest, 24 hours, Niggas scour the block,
Trife I see you when we tower at the top.

[Chorus]