C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, mediocre Class clown, off out the back door Long hair leave a grease spot on the black C'mon honey off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your garage He graffiti, it opened him Creeped down the alley with a can of Canvas, that flat He learned quick to control the If it aint buildin he burnt the And no he dont give a damn the curfew is Chased away all the grace While them old bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya running from the cops just for here what do ya know he got older Trying to apply what childhood him Everybody left out in that To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his We all want the easy life a piece of the pie keep us high So turn it up the speakers cry And quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon
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And as an he took a good look away from the gangs and the crooks Even he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that textbook original be individual Push the pedal and never for the typical Feed your children look out for people Live and let live and each one those Good get a tight defense 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 forget the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the cash fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow nots hey preacher, is that the you live in how's the hey policeman bother even as a kid i played robbers and robbers headphone pacifists i aint saying you kill cops look at your life check what its built off