C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, mediocre Class clown, sneak off out the back Long hair leave a grease on the black board honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your garage He loved graffiti, it him down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that surface He learned quick to the nervousness If it aint buildin he burnt the And no he give a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the saving While old folks bitch about the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the cops just for practice what do ya know he got older Trying to apply childhood showed him Everybody left out in that To try to how to manage all that weight on his shoulders We all want the easy 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
c'mon
And as an adult he took a look Stayed away from the gangs and the Even he came from the same neighborhood So he understood that gang textbook original be individual Push the pedal and never for the typical Feed children look out for your people Live and let live and each one teach Good luck get a tight And i hope you can depend on higher sense Blanked let em grow 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 fuckin up fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in the kitchen hey policeman dont even as a kid i only played robbers and headphone aggressive i aint you gotta kill cops just at your life check what its built off