[Verse 1] Eleven, Fourteen, Seventy-Seven an nigga 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, gaining that heart Fuck niggaz, "claiming" they hard A nigga come home "touched" My motherfucking' momma banging' me harder "Nigga 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, nigga pick up a brick Split a motherfucker shit's for trying to fuck with "the kid" Get a little order, hair on my dick, now I'm curious Niggaz on the corner getting money rocking' jewelry Allowance...Nigga that ain't man shit Cowards...Nigga that ain't man shit. I had to prove to myself How these niggaz same age as me calculating' this wealth So I got me a click and niggaz what? Working' One Sixteen, like "nigga we can clean up"
[Chorus] Follow my life, homie we starts it now Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)
Follow my life, homie we starts it now Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)
[Interlude] Two for one's, here take this, two for one's Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fucker
[Verse 2] Summer '94, I'm getting a little "Dough" Taller than my momma, so I'm listening' to her knows I'm listening' to them hoes scream "Oh!" And I'm listening' to them "O's" go Chop! People showing pumping' on the blocks summertime I call her "Auntie" she cop three at a time Throw an extra bump bringing cline I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losing my mind Fuck a steady job, I'm trying I steady mob, I'm dying in this game I ain't lying Selling' so much "Coke" forgetting' it's a crime Flying down I-75 pocket full of "Dimes" Give a fuck about the radar on me Bumping' Biggie, Pac nigga who trying me?
[Interlude] (Cop) Get off the god damn truck (Obie) Yo I ain't doing shit (Cop) Put your fucking hands in the air (Obie) Bitch...
[Chorus] Follow my life, homie we starts it now Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)
Follow my life, homie we starts it now Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)
[Outro] Yeah, All my of life...Only my momma know Obie...Obie Trice...Shady in this bitch...
Compositores: Ronald Isley, Ernest Isley (Isley Ernie), Marvin Isley, Christopher Howard Jasper, Christopher Wallace, Fredrick Farid Nassar, O'kelly Isley Jr, Marshall B Mathers Iii, Obie Trice, Luis Edgardo Resto, Rudolph Isley (Isley Brothers) ECAD: Obra #13374241