All Of My Life
Obie Trice Lyrics


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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
Cowards, nigga that ain't man shit
I had to prove to myself
How these niggas same age as me calculating this wealth
So I got me a clique of niggas what?
Workin' one sixteenth, like "nigga we can clean up"

Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga hold 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

Summer '94, I'm gettin' a little dough
Taller than my momma, so I'm listening to her nose
I'm listening to them hoes scream "O!"
And I'm listening to them O's go chop!
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
Bumpin' 'Big Poppa' nigga who tryin' me?

Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga hold 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

Overall Meaning

The song "Follow My Life" by Obie Trice takes us through his journey from birth to being involved in selling drugs. The opening lines of the song describe his birth in a raw manner, mentioning his physical features and his difficult upbringing, with no father figure around. He grew up in a rough neighborhood, where he had to fight to earn respect and prove himself. He was forced to become a man at a young age, always looking to make more money to support himself and his family.


As he grew older, he got caught up in the drug game, selling cocaine to make a living. He became obsessed with the lifestyle, doing anything to make more money and rise up in the ranks. He paints a vivid picture of the drug dealer life, cruising down highways with pockets full of dimes and constantly being on the lookout for trouble.


The chorus of the song speaks to his resilience and the one constant throughout his life, his mother. She is the one who has always held him down, even when times were tough, and through her he speaks to his listeners. He acknowledges the pain he's caused her, but also realizes that he wouldn't be where he is today without her support.


Overall, "Follow My Life" is a powerful and honest portrayal of the struggles faced growing up in a tough environment, and the consequences of falling into the wrong crowd.


Line by Line Meaning

Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered
Obie Trice was born on November 14, 1977


Big lips, popped out placenta
Obie Trice was born with big lips and his mother had a difficult time during childbirth


Mom ain't breast feed, had no pop neither
Obie Trice's mother did not breastfeed him and he did not have a father figure in his life


Pop leaves shit but a name, Obie
Obie Trice's father was not present in his life, but his name was passed down to him


Elementary homie that's how it started
Obie Trice started his education in elementary school


In garbage, retarded, gainin' that heart
Obie Trice grew up in a poor and difficult environment but he gained inner strength and resilience


Fuck niggas, claimin' they hard, a nigga come home touched
Obie Trice encountered people who pretended to be tough and ended up getting beaten up


My motherfuckin' momma bangin' me harder
Obie Trice's mother disciplined him strictly and with physical punishment


"Nigga take your ass out their and fight them tomorrow"
Obie Trice's mother pushed him to confront his problems and stand up for himself


"little punk, blame that on your father"
Obie Trice's mother blamed his absent father for his behavior and lack of guidance


So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick
Obie Trice felt compelled to resort to violence and aggression to protect himself


Split a motherfucker's shit for tryin' to fuck with the kid
Obie Trice physically attacked someone who threatened him


Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I'm curious
Obie Trice started to mature physically and became interested in sex


Niggas on the corner getting money, rockin' jewelry
Obie Trice observed people selling drugs and making money illegally


Allowance, nigga that ain't man shit
Obie Trice felt that his allowance was insignificant and not enough to help him succeed financially


Cowards, nigga that ain't man shit
Obie Trice disdained people who did not take risks or stand up for themselves


I had to prove to myself
Obie Trice felt the need to demonstrate his worth and capability


How these niggas same age as me calculating this wealth
Obie Trice wondered how other people his age were able to accumulate wealth and success


So I got me a clique of niggas what?
Obie Trice formed a group of friends who shared his goals and values


Workin' one sixteenth, like "nigga we can clean up"
Obie Trice and his friends began selling drugs and believed they could make a profit by working together


Summer '94, I'm gettin' a little dough
Obie Trice started making money selling drugs in the summer of 1994


Taller than my momma, so I'm listening to her nose
Obie Trice was taller than his mother and respected her advice and guidance


I'm listening to them hoes scream "O!"
Obie Trice was becoming popular among women and his nickname "O" was catching on


And I'm listening to them O's go chop!
Obie Trice was making money selling drugs and hearing the sound of money being earned


P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin' on the block, summertime
Obie Trice and his friends were listening to music and selling drugs during the summer months


I call her auntie, she cop three at a time
Obie Trice had a reliable customer who purchased drugs from him regularly


Throw a extra bump bringin' cline
Obie Trice sometimes gave his customers a little extra drugs as a courtesy


I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losin' my mind
Obie Trice was so focused on selling drugs that it was starting to affect his mental state


Fuck a steady job, I'm tryin'
Obie Trice did not want a regular job and was committed to making money through drug dealing


I steady mob, I'm dyin' in this game, I ain't lyin'
Obie Trice was completely dedicated to the drug game and knew that it would be a dangerous and potentially lethal path


Sellin' so much coke forgettin' it's a crime
Obie Trice had become desensitized to the illegal nature of his drug dealing


Flyin' down I-75, pocket full of dimes
Obie Trice was driving fast on the highway with a lot of money in his pocket


Give a fuck about the radar on me
Obie Trice did not care about getting caught by the police


Bumpin' 'Big Poppa' nigga who tryin' me?
Obie Trice felt confident and invincible, listening to music and daring anyone to challenge him


Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga hold me down
Throughout his life, Obie Trice's mother has been his constant source of support and guidance


And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through
Obie Trice recognizes the sacrifices his mother made for him and the difficulties she faced while raising him


I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers
Obie Trice uses his music as a means of expression and communicates his experiences and perspective to his audience




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: OBIE TRICE, FREDRICK FARID NASSAR, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS, LUIS EDGARDO RESTO, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, RUDOLPH BERNARD ISLEY, RONALD ISLEY, ERNEST ISLEY, MARVIN ISLEY, O'KELLY JR. ISLEY, CHRIS JASPER

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