Artist:obie trice
Songs Title:oh
Yeah Obie Trice real name no gimmicks
I came in the game profane no image
I came in the game with a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a f**k about his child-ren
I proclaim the name though never in vain no
Watch the change grow a young nigga who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro' now they want my brains on the main road
They don't understand what I came for
How I came fo' with a million sold
Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold
Gettin money like Ross Perot
I'm often told a coffin's the routes I go
Oh that's the road you on oh no
I'm down for the rifle tone the fo fo
Don't ever try to send a nigga home no no
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE HOPE hold toast no jokes send slugs through your Polo
Just cause our thug roll solo
And po' zone grown folk be a cold negro
Be-low your grieved up people
Be-lieve that the boy