C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, mediocre Class clown, sneak off out the door Long hair leave a grease spot on the black honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the alley with a can of Canvas, that flat He quick to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he dont give a what the curfew is Chased all the saving grace them old folks bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya running from the cops just for here Well what do ya he got older Trying to apply childhood showed him Everybody left out in that To try to learn how to manage all that on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll keep us So turn it up til' the cry And don't til' you reach the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an adult he took a look Stayed from the gangs and the crooks Even he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that textbook original be individual Push the and never settle for the typical Feed your look out for your people Live and let live and each one teach Good luck get a defense And i hope you can depend on higher sense Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we know it stop But don't forget the folks on your block hey what you doin with the cash crop up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in how's the hey policeman dont even as a kid i only robbers and robbers activists aggressive i aint saying you gotta cops just look at your life check its built off