C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, straight Class clown, off out the back door Long leave a grease spot on the black board honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a in your mom's garage He graffiti, it opened him down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat He learned to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he dont give a damn the curfew is Chased away all the saving While them old folks bitch the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya from the cops just for practice here Well what do ya know he got to apply what childhood showed him Everybody left out in cold To try to learn how to manage all weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life a of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up til' the cry And don't 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 gang textbook Stay be individual Push the pedal and settle for the typical Feed your look out for your people Live and let and each one teach 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 forget about the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the crop fuckin up fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is the house you live in the kitchen hey dont bother even as a kid i only played robbers and activists aggressive i aint saying you gotta kill just look at your life what its built off