C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, straight Class clown, off out the back door Long hair leave a grease spot on the board honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it him down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that surface He learned to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he dont give a what the curfew is away all the saving grace While them old bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya from the cops just for practice here Well what do ya he got older Trying to apply what childhood him Everybody left out in cold To try to learn how to all that weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie keep us high So turn it up til' the cry And don't til' you reach the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an adult he a good look Stayed away from the gangs and the though he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood gang textbook Stay be individual Push the pedal and never for the typical Feed your children out for your people Live and let live and each one those Good get a tight defense And i hope you can depend on higher sense emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we know it stop But forget about the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the cash fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have hey preacher, is the house you live in the kitchen hey policeman dont even as a kid i only played and robbers headphone pacifists i aint saying you gotta kill just look at your check what its built off