I’m Home Obie Trice (Ft. Estelle)

[Intro: Obie Trice]
Real life
Still
Yeah
Let's go, baby
Obie Trice, listen

[Chorus: Estelle]
I know the world wanna see me
Humble, yeah
They want to see me broken
Down, but
No matter how they try, they try
I'm staying up way high, way high
Way up
In the sky
'Cause that's my home (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
They say he wouldn't make it
But that ain't old make-up
Came from servin' fiends flavors
Until I got [?]
Belly all full, nigga ate up
Not just the cheddar I pulled but the haters
Wanna see the raw flesh in the grave, it's dangerous
And I ain't Singapore, I'm a singer bitch
Singular, nina on the hip
Sittin' in the hood home, dreamin' while I flip
I could be anything, include being rich
Take 'em out the ghetto, move 'em to the sticks
Put 'em in the [?], let 'em know
O represented to the fullest even if it's foolish
Or even if jewellery [?]
[?] boy came up from the sewage, bitch