Follow My Life Lyrics by Obie Trice

Follow My Life Lyrics

    [Intro - Obie talking]
    Yeah! [echo], uh
    Let ya'll niggaz know me
    Yeah, WOO!

    [Verse 1]
    Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered
    Big lips, popped out placenta
    Momma ain't breastfeed, had no pop neither
    Pop leaves shit but a name - Obie
    Elementary homie that's how it started
    In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart
    Fuck niggaz, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched
    My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder
    "Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow"
    That's what she told me, "little punk, blame that on your father"
    So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick
    Split a motherfucker's shit for tryin to fuck with the kid
    Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I'm curious
    Niggaz on the corner gettin money rockin 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 calculatin this wealth
    So I got me a clique and niggaz what?
    Workin one sixteenth, like "nigga we can clean up"

    [Chorus - 2X]
    Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
    Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
    And Lord knows all this shit that I done put her through
    I speak through her straight to you, motherfuckers

    [Skit - Obie talking]
    Two for one, here, here take this, two for one
    Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fuck with

    [Verse 2]
    Summer '94, I'm gettin a little dough
    Taller than my momma, so I'm listenin to her nose
    I'm listenin to them hoes scream "O!"
    And I'm listenin to them O's go CHOP!
    P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime
    I call her auntie, she cop three at a time
    Throw a extra bump bringin cline
    I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losin my mind
    Fuck a steady job, I'm tryin
    I steady mob, I'm dyin in this game, I ain't lyin
    Sellin so much coke forgettin it's a crime
    Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes
    Give a fuck about the radar on me [police sirens]
    Bumpin Big or Pac, yo nigga who tryin me?

    [Skit - Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ plays in background]
    [Cop] - Get off the god damn truck!
    [Obie Trice] - Fuck you, yo I ain't did shit
    [Cop] - Put your fucking hands in the air!
    [Obie Trice] - Bitch!

    [Chorus - 2X]

    [Outro - Obie talking (echo)]
    Yeah, all my of life
    Only my momma know
    Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and it's crazy, motherfuckers
     

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