Space Obie Trice (Ft. Lyriq & Xzibit)

[Intro: Obie Trice]
Yeah

[Chorus: Lyriq]
See everyday I live is a struggle (Struggle)
But it's okay, you taught me how to hustle (Oh yeah)
You taught me how to, you taught me how to get it
This concrete jungle make a nigga lose faith
Forgetting that I'm spinning in space
In space, in space, in space, oh

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
They say he fell off his axis, and put me on the blacklist
Say I ain't half as passionate without Marshall Mathers
I actually rather be chasin' my own rations
Instead of gettin' fractions, pushin' someone else's establishment
Got a heavy track record accurate, never went backwards unless
Once or twice I made some wack shit
But that's it, facts spit, come back, and I'm that lit
With two fifths and black chick with two lips on my black dick
Now everybody wanna adlib, congratulate my hustle
Got them stacks all in my duffle, I ain't braggin' about no couple
Baggin' up my bundle, I'm just calculatin' up double
Album out, matter of fact, go up-low, uh-oh
Nuts so, nigga's like, "Whassup O', where you've been?"
Studio, locked in, reinventin' who I've been
Bingin' off that liquor like I'm 22 once again
Face all in that porcelain, poisonin' my organins