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Obie Trice
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Obie Story
Momma's so proud of you
You did so good on that report card today, baby
I'mma let you pick out whatever you want
Ma, I can get any shoes I want?
That's right, today is your day
Momma don't have much
But I'll spend it all on you today
Okay, I want these
Ah man, I'mma look fresh when I go to school
Such a beautiful thing being embraced
By a woman that's a queen with big dreams
For the younger sibling oh, couldn't do no wrong
According to report cards Obie brought home
They say good in spelling
Spelling bee's always excelling
Which was so overwhelming
That momma took him shopping
Copped him the new Jay's
Swear to God, homie this was Obie's cool days
BMX'ing up the block with the tenant living next to him
Shooting hopes who got hops
Worthy, when he pop a jump shot
No worries just a pocket full of sugar or what not
Hit the candy house on the block
It was pickle in them spot
Then things turn around
When Obie'll lay down
Hear the sounds of fire rounds
Surrounded 'em
Astounded him, the volume
Of the blast had me so interested
Momma falling with cash
She can't get a nigga in this bitch
They wanna hit the ass
Nigga start ditching class
Dad ain't around, he left a nigga
Sagging in them Superman drawers that one Saturday
Is it my fault, shit got dark? Mom and I fall apart
Relationship taunts, bad talk
'Can't stand you, looking
Like ya daddy with that same walk'
Muthafucka you
Now a niggas out in the streets
Two nickle plated thirty-eights on me
Can't stay away from beef
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Scrapping with them niggas from the other side
Sipping Saint Ives rocking old school flannels
Old school niggas see that I'm an animal
Front me at 16, see how my roll handle
Now I'm up the O's but wait on the affy
'Cause here come my muthafuckin' baby, cool
Had to slow my role
Plus my P.O. got a nigga pissing in a bowl
Hold my temperament 'cause I see such innocence
When I'm looking in Kobe's pupils
Despite all the dope I sold I had to change my road
I just might be able to grow old
Older brother said, 'Yo, oh
I'mma quit my job so we can chase our goals
I'll be manager-a-go, you can rap I suppose'
That's what we did, I still flipped a little bit
Saved up my chips and put it into music
'Well Known Asshole' a underground hit
Still scrambling, looking like shit
Baby momma think I'm smoking more then a spliff
Think a blessing came from the man who invented my gift
When Eminem said, 'Let me hear you spit'
Wrote my signature, now Shady Obie represents
Hit 'em with the D12 skit
Can exhale now I see my Mom's ain't pissed
She hit 'em with a smile 'cause Obie became focused
From independent out the trunk like them dope kids
To platinum plaques, world tours, getting noticed
An inappropriate soldier became so ferocious
In this Hip-Hop culture that I long for
The roller coaster O was on so young
Took a turn right into his song
That's right, from after school fights
To pushing white, to pursuing his career heights
One mic's, all I need involved with beats
I'mma be the streets to Jesus, cars on me
And that'll be the day you applaud and see
The underdog gets his eventually
Gotta end it though, I'm all in it, there's no limits
And it's so splendid, real names, no gimmicks
No image, just a soldier who spoke what he lived
From the ribs with it, the flows vintage
Obie gotta do this for real, yeah, Obie Trice
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