C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, straight Class clown, sneak off out the back Long hair leave a grease spot on the board C'mon take off that bra Tryin to hit a in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the alley a can of rustoleum Canvas, that surface He learned quick to control the If it aint he burnt the bridge And no he dont a damn what the curfew is away all the saving grace While them old bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya running the cops just for practice here Well what do ya he got older to apply what childhood showed him Everybody out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his We all the easy life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up til' the cry And quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon
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And as an adult he took a good Stayed from the gangs and the crooks Even though he from the same neighborhood So he fully that gang textbook Stay be individual Push the pedal and settle for the typical Feed your children out for your people and let live and each one teach those Good luck get a tight And i you can depend on your higher sense Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we know it don't But don't about the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in the kitchen hey dont bother even as a kid i only played robbers and headphone aggressive i aint saying you gotta kill just look at life check what its built off