Bottoms Up (Intro)

I'd like to thank you all for purchasing the new Obie Trice album

It's well appreciated

I'd like to thank you all for copping my classic Cheers

The Seconds Round's On Me

It's well appreciated, no doubt

Detroit city stand up

They say when a nigga for testing

They say that he stay kept with his Smith & Wesson

Story tells us his accomplishment's a blessing

Now that's what the fuck I call an urban legend

When a verse kept him from serving corrections

Turf he slept in had notorious conditions

All of symptoms that ought to send me to prison

Yet he had a vision

And since then, I've witnessed those visions

An eye witness

To put sense into it, you ain't listening

Get it? I hate to keep twisting 'em

My mind ventures, I spit with conviction

Nothing fabricated or based of forcism

Simply kicking what's living in O Trice's system

Come on

I wanna thank Shady records for backing me up

For all those years

Nigga, Eminem, Paul Rosenberg, Riggs Morales

I wanna thank all my label mates, D12, 50 Cent, G-Unit

Stat Quo, Bobby Creek' and Cashis

It's been one hell of a run

Album number truces, found him in a booth nostalging

With Dre pounding the beat machine

O Trice say nothing, deleting them

'Scope couldn't destroy my evening

We are the elite, machine

Niggas is ass backwards, thinking they in the class, as if

And have access to these type of masses

When I seen this, massive

From a black teen with dreams of being this rapper

What happened is that he slipped between the cracks

Brought to your ears all the years that I've captured

Re-appeared after Cheers, the classic

Second Round's On Me showed you O mastered it

Cause Obie not an actor in this shit

Actually, it's action show you know different

I'm ah be a victim on the set that I lived in

'Til I die, it's Obie Tri'

Try to understand this psychological spare

From serving them grams to inserving them fans

That's right, Obie hurting them, man