(feat. 50 Cent)

Yeah, ride wit me
Come ride wit Trice, man
I brought my man wit me, Curtis Interscope Jack'
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif'
Yeah, holla at 'em


Everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
It seems like everybody knows how I get down
Know who I be, homie

They say Obie Trice gone, look at him
Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at him ?
Now I recite songs with icons
See, I come from convicts and crumbs, my nigga
Listen, it's transvicious, shows he's ambitious
Nothin' less than a man gettin' off his ass in bandation
Into the world of ass-kissin', witnessin' with Ashton Kutcher
Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures
Went from rags to riches to gettin' ass from bitches
That saw me grasp the situation at hand, when you used to have to ask for digits
Now they pass it to you like easy, fast pick-tickets
Classic, isn't it ? Comin' from a past with a casket
Dip somethin' beneath the grass so you're cremated to ashes, nigga
Created from the crab, this is past fictitious
Fif, tell 'em how it was when we last done visit


And now the spotlight's on Trice
But back when the spot life was Trice
I always kept aside a spot for a mic, despite wrongs and rights
I would write after I slung white to homes on the 'pike
I had a notion I would be bi-coastal
But being across the ocean is la vida loca
And va do loco, I'm in ???
Kinicheewa in Tokyo and Sushi with eel
I got a taste for that ??? he's choppin' up in Brazil
Drinkin' the finest wines in France on the hill
Now, how real is he to come from where we get killed
To havin' all his dreams fulfilled
Look out, I got fantasies of bein' in Italy where the women be
Offerin' me ???, eatin' on Arsobuco
Awesome, I know
So often, we just reach the coffin and never get to see what the world's offerin'


Yeah, things change, man
You know, get a chance to travel
See the world, you start to look at things a little different

I ain't bullshittin' you
'Cause I aint never thought I'd see it out the hood
Huh, look at a nigga now