Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Follow My Life, artist - Obie Trice. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Follow My Life |
| Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered |
| Big lips, popped out placenta |
| Mom ain’t breast feed, had no pop neither |
| Pop leaves shit but a name — Obie |
| Elementary, homie, that’s how it started |
| In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart |
| Fuck niggas, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched |
| My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder |
| «Nigga take your ass out their and fight them tomorrow» |
| That’s what she told me, «little punk, blame that on your father» |
| So I had no choice, nigga, pick up a brick |
| Split a motherfucker’s shit for tryin to fuck with the kid |
| Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I’m curious |
| Niggas on the corner getting money, rockin jewelry |
| Allowance, nigga, that ain’t man shit |
| Cowardice, nigga, that ain’t man shit |
| I had to prove to myself |
| How these niggas same age as me calculatin' this wealth |
| So I got me a clique and niggas what? |
| Workin one sixteenth, like «nigga, we can clean up» |
| Follow my life, homie from start 'til now |
| Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down |
| And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through |
| I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers |
| Follow my life, homie from start 'til now |
| Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down |
| And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through |
| I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers |
| Two for one, here, here take this, two for one |
| Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fuck with |
| Summer '94, I’m gettin a little dough |
| Taller than my momma, so I’m listenin to her nose |
| I’m listenin to them hoes scream «O!» |
| And I’m listenin to them O’s go CHOP! |
| (*echo*) |
| P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime |
| I call her auntie, she cop three at a time |
| Throw a extra bump bringin cline |
| I’m so involved with the grind, I’m losin my mind |
| Fuck a steady job, I’m tryin |
| 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 (*police sirens*) |
| Bumpin +Big Poppa+ nigga who tryin me? |
| (*Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ plays in background*) |
| (Cop) — Get off the god damn truck! |
| (Obie) — Fuck you, yo I ain’t did shit! |
| (Cop) — Put your fucking hands in the air! |
| (Obie) — Bitch! |
| Follow my life, homie from start 'til now |
| Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down |
| And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through |
| I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers |
| Follow my life, homie from start 'til now |
| Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down |
| And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through |
| I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers |
| (*echo*) |
| Yeah, all my of life |
| Only my momma know |
| Obie. |
| Obie Trice. |
| Shady and it’s crazy, motherfuckers |