[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