C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, mediocre Class clown, sneak off out the back Long leave a grease spot on the black board honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in mom's garage He loved graffiti, it him down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat He learned quick to control the If it buildin he burnt the bridge And no he dont give a damn what the is Chased all the saving grace While them old folks about the way hes raised Southside Get ya running from the cops just for practice Well what do ya know he got Trying to apply what showed him Everybody out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all weight on his shoulders We all the easy life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So it up til' the speakers cry And don't quit til' you reach the sky,
c'mon
And as an adult he took a look Stayed away from the and the crooks Even though he came from the neighborhood So he fully understood that gang Stay be individual the pedal and never 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 hope you can depend on higher sense Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we know it don't But don't forget about the on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the cash fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in how's the hey dont bother even as a kid i only played robbers and headphone aggressive i aint you gotta kill cops just look at your life check its built off