[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
 
  
  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
  
 
 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
 
 Obie Tric