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