OBAS - Life's Road Lyrics

Little man he hustle hard standing on the corner put his faith in God
Pocket full of rocks pitching off the hard, gotta make it back home cause his baby mom, wont let the younging breathe gotta feed his seed
So he run up on you got 2 or 3 if you ever try to play him he gon cock and squeeze
But he all about his money just cop and leave
Thinking about his mama adding on the stress
She working 2 jobs but she making less,
Daddy ain't around left him in a mess taking care of two houses got him smoking sess
Link up with a crew so he carry a chrome, active in the streets smell like bullet cologne
Quick to handle beef gang signs for the zone
If they ever cross sides he gon pop and gone
Grinding everyday wake up and pray
Then he grab his gun in the streets he play
No matter how hard boy don't ever fold
Judge him all you want this the life he knows- OBAS!
Little mama got her own problems
Pretty face cry a lot in silent
Heart broken she keep riding
Life is hard but she keep fighting
Intelligent mind better than the rest
But all they see is what's in her dress
To move up she gotta play the game sometimes involve spreading legs
Hate her job and got big dreams, the bright lights and big scenes
But everyone who leans in to help always try to slip in her jeans
Fed up she take a different route getting paid is what she all about
Daytime she in her school books and night time she on a stripper route
Dance for dollars she lost now her sacred parts she toss out
All she wanted was to be loved sometimes in life it don't pan out- OBAS

Little man he hustle hard standing on the corner put his faith in God
Pocket full of rocks pitching off the hard, gotta make it back home cause his baby mom, wont let the younging breathe gotta feed his seed
So he run up on you got 2 or 3 if you ever try to play him he gon cock and squeeze
But he all about his money just cop and leave
Thinking about his mama adding on the stress
She working 2 jobs but she making less,
Daddy ain't around left him in a mess taking care of two houses got him smoking sess
Link up with a crew so he carry a chrome, active in the streets smell like bullet cologne
Quick to handle beef gang signs for the zone
If they ever cross sides he gon pop and gone
Grinding everyday wake up and pray
Then he grab his gun in the streets he play
No matter how hard boy don't ever fold
Judge him all you want this the life he knows- OBAS!
Little mama got her own problems
Pretty face cry a lot in silent
Heart broken she keep riding
Life is hard but she keep fighting
Intelligent mind better than the rest
But all they see is what's in her dress
To move up she gotta play the game sometimes involve spreading legs
Hate her job and got big dreams, the bright lights and big scenes
But everyone who leans in to help always try to slip in her jeans
Fed up she take a different route getting paid is what she all about
Daytime she in her school books and night time she on a stripper route
Dance for dollars she lost now her sacred parts she toss out
All she wanted was to be loved sometimes in life it don't pan out- OBAS