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 C'mon honey off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's He graffiti, it opened him Creeped down the with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that surface He learned to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he burnt the And no he dont a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the grace While them old folks bitch the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the cops just for here Well do ya know he got older to apply what childhood showed him Everybody out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all weight on his shoulders We all want the easy a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So it up til' the speakers cry And don't quit you reach the sky, c'mon
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And as an adult he a good look Stayed away from the gangs and the Even he came from the same neighborhood So he understood that gang textbook original be individual Push the pedal and settle for the typical your children look out for your people Live and let live and one teach those Good get a tight defense And i hope you can depend on your sense emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we know it don't But don't forget about the on your block hey what you doin with the cash crop fuckin up fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is the house you live in how's the hey dont bother even as a kid i only played and robbers activists aggressive i aint saying you kill cops just look at your check what its built off