Dealer
Obie Trice Lyrics


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Me, I ain't no rapper
Nigga, I'm a trapper
Eva since nigga was invented
Came out that snapper
Cocaine pin my stature
Bring it back, whip Kane Ackerin
Oh Lord, so hard, just like a statchet
Magnetics, nigga, I'm stackin'
Whateva you crab, I'm matchin'
I'm soap certain bout my curse
Shit's comin' back to a mansion
At work call a nigga athen
I rap, still give a dabble
There's only curtains went over certain
I ain't dealin' with hustles
Bring that bread back to that castle
Lay it on the bed, that's what blacks do
Take a picture, me and my figures
Basket in my satchel
You rap, I'mma come back to put you relief
Put you at leave, no altitude
My attitude is absolute
Nigga like me comin' after you

This is for my drug dealers
Drug dealin', my real life drug dealers
Drug dealin', my Columbian drug dealers
Sarcoase to my Haitian drug dealers
Hovado loco to all my Mocco drug dealers
Yella to my Aerobic drug dealers
All my killas in the hood who be drug dealers
Makin' paper, reach the ceiling, my niggas

With my granddaddy got guncharches
His grandson got gramms though
Got grandma get a grand for every gramm that she transporting
My kids cause I got ammo
And I ain't talk about ammo
I am talking about shelves, ho
These???
You sit down
Projects with this pyrex
Got nine left with these hombres
He's jumpin' back, I'm bein' honest
I got all my young niggas on this




I don't believe in carin' no gateway
I don't takin' care of no grown man

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Obie Trice's song "Dealer" portray the life of a drug dealer, highlighting the gritty and dangerous aspects of this lifestyle. Obie Trice expresses his identity as a trapper rather than a rapper, indicating that his main source of income is through illicit drug activities. He references the history of drug dealing, mentioning that it has been around since humans existed, and he feels a sense of pride and power in his position. Trice boasts about his ability to sell cocaine, comparing himself to a kingpin who brings it back and whips it into a marketable form. He is aware of the risks and consequences of his actions, referring to it as a curse that could potentially come back to haunt him, but he is undeterred in his pursuit of wealth and success. Trice also takes jabs at other rappers, implying that his hustle is more authentic and his profits more substantial.


The chorus of the song pays homage to various types of drug dealers from different backgrounds and regions. Trice acknowledges the diversity within the drug trade, giving a shoutout to Columbian, Haitian, Morrocan, and Aerobic (possibly referring to the Middle Eastern region) drug dealers. This showcases the global reach and influence of the drug business, indicating Trice's awareness of its wide-ranging impact.


Line by Line Meaning

Me, I ain't no rapper
I am not just a rapper


Nigga, I'm a trapper
I am actually a drug dealer


Eva since nigga was invented
Since the existence of African Americans


Came out that snapper
Came from the tough environment


Cocaine pin my stature
My reputation is associated with cocaine


Bring it back, whip Kane Ackerin
I bring it back and process cocaine


Oh Lord, so hard, just like a statchet
It is difficult and risky like a dangerous weapon


Magnetics, nigga, I'm stackin'
I attract money and accumulate wealth


Whateva you crab, I'm matchin'
Whatever you are doing, I can do it just as well


I'm soap certain bout my curse
I am confident about my criminal lifestyle


Shit's comin' back to a mansion
The illicit earnings come back to a luxurious lifestyle


At work call a nigga athen
While engaging in illicit activities, they call me a king or leader


I rap, still give a dabble
I am involved in music but still actively involved in drug dealing


There's only curtains went over certain
I cut ties when necessary for my own safety


I ain't dealin' with hustles
I don't associate with small-time criminals


Bring that bread back to that castle
I bring the money back to my luxurious lifestyle


Lay it on the bed, that's what blacks do
I display the money on the bed, flaunting my wealth


Take a picture, me and my figures
I capture moments with my money and possessions


Basket in my satchel
I carry my drugs and money discreetly


You rap, I'mma come back to put you relief
If you disrespect me through rap, I will retaliate


Put you at leave, no altitude
I will put you in fear, there will be no escape


My attitude is absolute
My demeanor is unwavering and confident


Nigga like me comin' after you
Someone like me will come after you


This is for my drug dealers
This song is dedicated to fellow drug dealers


Drug dealin', my real life drug dealers
Real-life drug dealers like me


Drug dealin', my Columbian drug dealers
Specifically addressing the Colombian drug dealers


Sarcoase to my Haitian drug dealers
Acknowledging the Haitian drug dealers as well


Hovado loco to all my Mocco drug dealers
Giving recognition to the drug dealers from Morocco


Yella to my Aerobic drug dealers
Acknowledging drug dealers with yellow skin and those involved in aerobics


All my killas in the hood who be drug dealers
Paying tribute to the killers in the neighborhood who are also drug dealers


Makin' paper, reach the ceiling, my niggas
Making a lot of money, reaching a high level of success


With my granddaddy got guncharches
Following in my grandfather's footsteps


His grandson got gramms though
I have taken it further by dealing in grams of drugs


Got grandma get a grand for every gramm that she transporting
My grandmother earns money for every gram of drugs she transports


My kids cause I got ammo
I am financially providing for my children due to my criminal activities


And I ain't talk about ammo
I'm not referring to ammunition, but rather financial resources


I am talking about shelves, ho
I am talking about stacks of money


These???
Unclear meaning, possibly referring to unclear situations or details


You sit down
You should stay out of my way


Projects with this pyrex
I conduct drug operations in the projects using a Pyrex glass container


Got nine left with these hombres
I have nine drug shipments left with these men


He's jumpin' back, I'm bein' honest
He is hesitating, but I am being truthful


I got all my young niggas on this
I have all my young associates involved in drug dealing


I don't believe in carin' no gateway
I am not interested in caring for or nurturing smaller criminals


I don't takin' care of no grown man
I have no responsibility for taking care of adult men




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