Follow My Life
Obie Trice · Other Songs - Obie Trice
Let ya'll niggers know me
Yeah
Woo
Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven
A nigger enter
Big lips, popped out placenta
Mamma ain't breast feed, had no pop need
Pop leaves shit but a name, Obie
Elementary homie, that's how it started
In garbage, retarded, gaininÂ’ that heart
Fuck niggers, claiminÂ’ they hard
A nigger come home touched
My motherfuckin' momma bangin' me harder
Nigger, take your ass out their
And fight for tomorrow
That's what she told me, lil punk
Blame that on your father
So I had no choice
Nigger, pick up a brick
Split a motherfucker shit's
For tryinÂ’ to fuck with the kid
Get a little order, hair on my dick, now I'm curious
Niggers on the corner gettin' money, rockin' jewelry
Allowance, nigger, that ain't man shit
Cowards, nigger that ain't man shit
I had to prove to myself
How these niggers same age as me
CalculatinÂ’ this wealth?
So I got me a click and niggers, what?
Workin' one sixteen, like nigger we can clean up
Follow My Life, homie, we starts it now
Only my motherfuckin' momma, nigger, holds me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you, Motherfuckers
Follow My Life, homie, we starts it now
Only my motherfuckin' momma, nigger, holds me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you, Motherfuckers
Two for one's
Here, take this
Two for one's
Quit switchin' dicks
Holler at me
See you fucker
Summer '94, I'm gettin' a little dough
Taller than my momma
So I'm listenin' to her knows
I'm listenin' to them hoes scream oh
And I'm listenin' to them O's go chop
People showinÂ’ pumpin' on the blocks, summertime
I call her Auntie, she cop three at a time
Throw an extra bump, bringin' cline
I'm so involved with the grind
I'm losinÂ’ my mind
Fuck a steady job, I'm tryinÂ’
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
BumpinÂ’ Biggie, Pac
Nigger, who tryin' me?
(Cop) Get off the God damn truck
(Obie) Yo, I ain't doinÂ’ shit
(Cop) Put your fuckinÂ’ hands in the air
(Obie) Bitch
Follow My Life, homie, we starts it now
Only my motherfuckin' momma, nigger, hold me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you, Motherfuckers
Follow My Life, homie, we starts it now
Only my motherfuckin' momma, nigger, holds me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you, Motherfuckers
Yeah, All my of life
Only my momma know
Obie, Obie Trice
Shady in this bitch
Motherfuckers
Follow My Life
Obie Trice's 'Follow My Life' stands as a defining track from his early career, showcasing his signature blend of gritty lyricism and melodic flow. Released during the height of the mid-2000s hip-hop boom, the song exemplifies the East Coast sound that dominated the era, characterized by its raw storytelling and rhythmic precision. Trice's delivery on this recording highlights his ability to weave personal narratives with broader social commentary, a hallmark of his discography that would later influence a generation of rappers. The track remains a staple in discussions about the evolution of modern rap, reflecting the cultural zeitgeist of its time while establishing Trice's reputation as a versatile and compelling voice in the genre.