Obie Story

"Obie Story"[Mom] Momma's so proud of you, you did so good on that report card today babyI'mma let you pick out whatever you want[Obie] Ma, I can get any shoes I want?[Mom] That's right, today is your dayMomma don't have much, but I'll spend it all on you today[Obie] Okay, I want these. Ah man, I'mma look fresh when I go to schoolSuch a beautiful thing, being embraced by a woman that's a queenWith big dreams for the younger siblingO couldn't do no wrongAccording to report cards Obie brought homeThey say good in spellingSpelling bee's always excellingWhich was so overwhelming that Momma took him shoppingCopped him the new Jay'sSwear to God homie this was Obie's cool daysBMX'ing up the block with the tennant living next to himShooting hopes, who got hops?Worthy, when he pop a jump shotNo worries, just a pocket full of sugar or whatnotHit the candy house on the blockIt was pickle in them spotThen things turn around when Obie'll lay downHear the sounds of fire rounds surrounded emAstounded him, the volume of the blast had me so interestedMomma falling with cash, she can't get a nigga in this bitchThey wanna hit the ass, nigga start ditching classDad ain't around, he left a niggaSagging in them Superman drawers that one SaturdayIs 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 streetsTwo nickle plated thirty-eights on meCan't stay away from beefScrapping with them niggas from the other sideSipping Saint Ives rocking old school flannelsOld school niggas see that I'm an animalFront me at 16, see how my roll handleNow I'm up the O's but wait on the affyCuz here come my muthafuckin baby, coolHad to slow my rolePlus my P.O. got a nigga pissing in a bowlHold my temperment cuz I see such innocenceWhen I'm looking in Kobe's pupilsDespite all the dope I sold I had to change my roadI just might be able to grow oldOlder brother said, "Yo OI'mma quit my job so we can chase our goalsI'll be manager-a-go, you can rap I suppose"That's what we did, I still flipped a little bitSaved up my chips and put it into music"Well Known Asshole" a underground hitStill scrambling, looking like shitBaby momma think I'm smoking more then a spliffThink a blessing came from the man who invented my giftWhen Eminem said "let me hear you spit"Wrote my signature, now Shady Obie representsHit em with the D12 skitCan exhale now I see my Mom's ain't pissedShe hit em with a smile cuz Obie became focusedFrom independent out the trunk like them dope kidsTo platinum plaques, world tours, getting noticedAn inappropriate soldier became so ferociousIn this Hip-Hop culture that I long forThe roller coaster O was on so youngTook a turn right into his songThat's right, from after school fightsTo pushing white, to pursuing his career heightsOne mic's, all I need involved with beatsI'mma be the streets to Jesus, cars on meAnd that'll be the day you applaud and seeThe underdog gets his eventuallyGotta end it thoughI'm all in it, there's no limitsAnd it's so splendidReal names, no gimmicsNo image, just a soldier who spoke what he livedFrom the ribs with it, the flows vintageObie gotta do this for realYeahObie Trice