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Intro
Yeah...Let ya'll know me, yeah...Woo
Verse 1
Eleven, Fourteen, Seventy-Seven an nigg* enter
Big lips, popped out placenta
Mamma ain't breast feed, had no pop need
Pop leaves s**t but a name, Obie
Elementary homie that's how it started
In garbage, r*tarded, gaining that heart
fk , "claiming" they hard
A nigg* come home "touched"
My motherfking' momma banging' me harder
"nigg* take your as* out their and fight for tomorrow"
That's what she told me, "lil punk, blame that on your father"
So I had no choice, nigg* pick up a brick
Split a motherfker s**t's for trying to fk with "the kid"
Get a little order, hair on my d*ck, now I'm curious
on the corner getting money rocking' jewelry
Allowance...nigg* that ain't man s**t
Cowards...nigg* that ain't man s**t.
I had to prove to myself
How these same age as me calculating' this wealth
So I got me a click and what?
Working' One Sixteen, like "nigg* we can clean up"
Chorus
Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothafkin' momma nigg* holds me down
The Lord knows all the s**t that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafkas)
Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothafkin' momma nigg* holds me down
The Lord knows all the s**t that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafkas)
Interlude
Two for one's, here take this, two for one's
Quit switching d*cks, holla at me, see you fker
Verse 2
Summer '94, I'm getting a little "Dough"
Taller than my momma, so I'm listening' to her knows
I'm listening' to them hoes scream "Oh!"
And I'm listening' to them "O's" go Chop!
People showing 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
fk 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 fk about the radar on me
Bumping' Biggie, Pac nigg* who trying me?
Interlude
(Cop) Get off the god d*mn truck
(Obie) Yo I ain't doing s**t
(Cop) Put your fking hands in the air
(Obie) b*tch...
Chorus
Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothafkin' momma nigg* holds me down
The Lord knows all the s**t that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafkas)
Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothafkin' momma nigg* holds me down
The Lord knows all the s**t that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafkas)
Outro
Yeah, All my of life...Only my momma know
Obie...Obie Trice...Shady in this b*tch...
Mothafkas...
