Obie Trice - The Fifth Intro lyrics
[Obie Trice - The Fifth Intro lyrics]
Father – Thanks for blessin
Me with number five'a went on to make three
After my shady goodbyes but
Em will always prosper fif landed power
D12’s a monster, proof, never forgot ya
Obies a survivor
Rose from the fire from, Shootins to priors
Me, myself and I, guess I digress now
I still pop
All the politics and this shit, I can’t stop
All the college kids and misfit's
Quality of business
Bet on yourself, takes risks
It’s just senseless to think
That I invent hit's
Then get, thrown on the shelf
My experience is, is still underrated
My music now syndicated oh
Back to the basics catch me in the basement
Something like a caveman
Ain’t seen the light of day since
Shady invasion I keep waiting
On that grave then
I still praise him – Situation could beef
Way more grave than occupational grief
From the street, I could be deceased
I could get light take a seat
I’m just tryna eat follow my bright cop a cd
Proof I miss ya dude everything
You spit is true
And came to fruition, your visions about
Individuals, between lyrical
Intervals in the studio you told it all
So that I wouldn’t slip in
Me with number five'a went on to make three
After my shady goodbyes but
Em will always prosper fif landed power
D12’s a monster, proof, never forgot ya
Obies a survivor
Rose from the fire from, Shootins to priors
Me, myself and I, guess I digress now
I still pop
All the politics and this shit, I can’t stop
All the college kids and misfit's
Quality of business
Bet on yourself, takes risks
It’s just senseless to think
That I invent hit's
Then get, thrown on the shelf
My experience is, is still underrated
My music now syndicated oh
Back to the basics catch me in the basement
Something like a caveman
Ain’t seen the light of day since
Shady invasion I keep waiting
On that grave then
I still praise him – Situation could beef
Way more grave than occupational grief
From the street, I could be deceased
I could get light take a seat
I’m just tryna eat follow my bright cop a cd
Proof I miss ya dude everything
You spit is true
And came to fruition, your visions about
Individuals, between lyrical
Intervals in the studio you told it all
So that I wouldn’t slip in