Obie Story Lyrics - Second Round's On Me - Obie Trice

[Mom] Momma's so proud of you, you did so good on that report 

card today baby 

I'mma let you pick out whatever you want 

[Obie] Ma, I can get any shoes I want? 

[Mom] That's right, today is your day 

Momma 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 school 

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Such a beautiful thing, being embraced by a woman that's a queen 

With big dreams for the younger sibling 

O couldn't do no wrong 

According to report cards Obie brought home 

They say good in spelling 

Spelling bee's always excelling 

Which was so overwhelming that Momma took him shopping 

Copped him the new Jay's 

Swear to God homie this was Obie's cool days 

BMX'ing up the block with the tennant living next to him 

Shooting hopes, who got hops? 

Worthy, when he pop a jump shot 

No worries, just a pocket full of sugar or whatnot 

Hit the candy house on the block 

It was pickle in them spot 

Then things turn around when Obie'll lay down 

Hear the sounds of fire rounds surrounded em 

Astounded him, the volume of the blast had me so interested 

Momma falling with cash, she can't get a nigga in this bitch 

They wanna hit the ass, nigga start ditching class 

Dad ain't around, he left a nigga 

Sagging in them Superman drawers that one Saturday 

Is 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 streets 

Two nickle plated thirty-eights on me 

Can't stay away from beef 

Scrapping with them niggas from the other side 

Sipping Saint Ives rocking old school flannels 

Old school niggas see that I'm an animal 

Front me at 16, see how my roll handle 

Now I'm up the O's but wait on the affy 

Cuz here come my muthafuckin baby, cool 

Had to slow my role 

Plus my P.O. got a nigga pissing in a bowl 

Hold my temperment cuz I see such innocence 

When I'm looking in Kobe's pupils 

Despite all the dope I sold I had to change my road 

I just might be able to grow old 

Older brother said, "Yo O 

I'mma quit my job so we can chase our goals 

I'll be manager-a-go, 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" a underground hit 

Still scrambling, looking like shit 

Baby momma think I'm smoking more then a spliff 

Think a blessing 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 exhale now I see my Mom's ain't pissed 

She hit em with a smile cuz Obie became focused 

From independent out the trunk like them dope kids 

To platinum plaques, world tours, getting noticed 

An inappropriate soldier became so ferocious 

In this Hip-Hop culture that I long for 

The roller coaster O was on so young 

Took a turn right into his song 

That's right, from after school fights 

To pushing white, to pursuing his career heights 

One mic's, all I need involved with beats 

I'mma be the streets to Jesus, cars on me 

And that'll be the day you applaud and see 

The underdog gets his eventually 

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Gotta end it though 

I'm all in it, there's no limits 

And it's so splendid 

Real names, no gimmics 

No image, just a soldier who spoke what he lived 

From the ribs with it, the flows vintage 

Obie gotta do this for real 

Yeah 

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