C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, straight clown, sneak 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 mom's garage He graffiti, it opened him Creeped down the alley a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat He learned to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he burnt the And no he dont give a damn what the is Chased all the saving grace While them old folks bitch the way hes raised Southside Get ya running from the just for practice here what do ya know he got older Trying to apply what childhood him Everybody left out in cold To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his We all want the life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up til' the cry And don't quit til' you reach the sky,
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And as an adult he took a look away from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the neighborhood So he fully that gang textbook original be individual Push the pedal and never settle for the Feed your children look out for people Live and let live and each one teach luck get a tight defense And i you can depend on your higher sense Blanked let em grow for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we know it don't But don't forget the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the crop up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is the house you live in the kitchen hey policeman dont even as a kid i played robbers and robbers activists aggressive i aint saying you gotta kill just look at your life check its built off