[Mom] Momma's so proud of you, you did so good on that report card today baby I'mma let you pick out whatever you want [Obie] Ma, I can get any shoes I want? [Mom] That's right, today is your day Momma don't have much, but I'll spend it all on you today [Obie] Okay, I want these. Ah man, I'mma look fresh when I go to school Such a beautiful thing, being embraced by a woman that's a queen With big dreams for the younger sibling O couldn't do no wrong According to report cards Obie brought home They say good in spelling Spelling bee's always excelling Which was so overwhelming that Momma took him shopping Copped him the new Jay's Swear to God homie this was Obie's cool days BMX'ing up the block with the tennant living next to him Shooting hopes, who got hops? Worthy, when he pop a jump shot No worries, just a pocket full of sugar or whatnot Hit the candy house on the block It was pickle in them spot Then things turn around when Obie'll lay down Hear the sounds of fire rounds surrounded em Astounded him, the volume of the blast had me so interested Momma falling with cash, she can't get a nigga in this bitch They wanna hit the ass, nigga start ditching class Dad ain't around, he left a nigga Sagging in them Superman drawers that one Saturday Is it my fault, shit got dark? Mom and I fall apart, relationship taunts, bad talk "Can't stand you, looking like ya Daddy with that same walk"