C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, mediocre 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 your mom's He graffiti, it opened him down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, flat surface He learned to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he dont give a damn the curfew is Chased all the saving grace While them old folks about the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the cops just for here Well do ya know he got older Trying to apply childhood showed him Everybody left out in cold To try to learn how to manage all that on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie keep us high So turn it up til' the cry And don't quit til' you reach the sky,
c'mon
And as an adult he took a look Stayed away the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the neighborhood So he fully that gang textbook original be individual Push the and never settle for the typical Feed your children look out for people Live and let live and each one teach Good get a tight defense And i hope you can depend on your higher emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we it don't stop But don't about the folks on your block hey dopeman you doin with the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in how's the hey policeman dont 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