Obie Trice Follow

Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven an nigga enter
Big lips, popped out placenta
Mamma ain't breast feed, had no pop need
Pop leaves shit but a name, Obie
Elementary homie that's how it started
In garbage, retarded, gaining that heart
F**k niggaz, claiming they hard
A nigga come home touched
My motherf**king momma banging me harder

Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow
That's what she told me, lil' punk, blame that on your father
So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick
Split a motherf**ker shit's for trying to f**k with the kid
Get a little order, hair on my dick, now I'm curious
Niggaz on the corner getting money rocking jewelry

Allowance nigga that ain't man shit
Cowards nigga that ain't man shit
I had to prove to myself
How these niggaz same age as me calculating this wealth
So I got me a click and niggaz what?
Working one sixteen, like nigga we can clean up

Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothaf**kin' momma nigga hold me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you, mothaf**kas

Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothaf**kin' momma nigga holds me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you, mothaf**kas

Two for one's, here take this, two for one's
Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you f**ker

Summer '94, I'm getting a little dough
Taller than my momma, so I'm listening to her no's
I'm listening to them hoes scream oh
And I'm listening to them O's, go chop
People showing me pumping' on the blocks summertime
I call her auntie she cop three at a time

Throw an extra bump bringing cline
I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losing my mind
F**k a steady job, I'm trying
I steady mob, I'm dying in this game I ain't lying
Selling' so much coke forgetting it's a crime
Flying down I-75 pocket full of dimes
Give a f**k about the radar on me
Bumping' Biggie, Pac nigga who trying me?

Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothaf**kin' momma nigga holds me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you, mothaf**kas

Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothaf**kin' momma nigga holds me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you, mothaf**kas

Yeah, all my of life, only my momma know
Obie, Obie Trice, Shady in this bitch
Mothaf**kas