[Lyrics] Obie Story - Obie Trice

Obie Story

[Obie's mom:]
Momma's so proud of you, Obie
You did so good on your report card today baby
I'ma let you pick up whatever you want
[Obie:]
Wow I can get any shoes I want
[Obie's mom:]
That's right, today is your day
Momma don't have much but I'ma spend it on you today
[Obie:]
OK I want these
Oh man, I'ma look fresh when I go to school

[Obie]
Such a beautiful thing being embrace by a woman that's a queen
With big dreams for the young sibling
O couldn't do no wrong according to the report cards
Obie brought home
They say good at spelling, spelling bees always excelling
Which was so overwhelming that momma took him shopping
Coppin the new J's, swear to god, homie, this was Obie's cool days
BMX in up the block with the tennant livin next to him
Shootin hoops who got hops
Worthy
When he popped a jump shot no
Worries
Just a pocket full of sugar what not
With the candy house on the block
It was pickle in them spot
Then things turned around when Obie a layed down
Hear the sounds of fire round surrounding him
Astounded him, the volume of the blast had me so interested
Momma fallin with cash, she can't get a nigga in this bitch
They wanna hit the ass, nigga start ditchin class
Dad ain't around, he left a nigga saggin in them superman draws
That one Saturday is it my fault, shit got dark,
Mom and I fell apart
Relationship taunts bad talk, I can't stand you,
Lookin like ya daddy with that same walk (motherfucker)
Now a nigga out in the street
Two nickel plated thirty eights on me can't stay away from beef
Scrappin with the niggas from the other side
Sippin St.Yves rockin oldschool floannels
Oldskool niggas see that I'm an animal
Front me a 16 see how my role handle
Now I'm up to O's but wait on an eighth
I can my mutha fucken baby Kobe
Had to slow my role - plus my P.O. gotta nigga pissin in a bowl
Hold my temperement cause I see such innocence
When I'm lookin in Kobe's pupils
Despite all the dope I sold, I had to change my role
I just might be able to grow old
Older brother said "Yo O, I'ma quit my job so we can chase our goals
I'll be managericho 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" an underground hit, still scramblin, lookin like shit
Baby momma think I'm smokin more then a spliff
Think a blessin 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 excel now I see my mom's ain't pissed
She hit 'em wit a smile cause Obie became focused
From independent out the trunk like them dope kids
To platinum plaques world tours gettin noticed
An innapropriate soldier became so fercious in this hip hop culture
I long for the rollercoast always on so young
Took a turn to writing a song
That's right
From after school fights to pushin white to pursin his career heights
One mic, all I need involed wit beats
I'ma be in the streets till Jesus calls on me,
That'll be the day you applaude and see
The underdog get shis eventually

[Outro]
Gotta end it though
All in it, it's no limits
It's so plendin
Real name, no gimmicks
No gimmage, just a solider who spoke where he lived
From the cribs with it flows vintage
Obie's gotta do is for real
Yeah
Obie Trice