C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, straight clown, sneak off out the back door Long leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your garage He graffiti, it opened him Creeped the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that surface He quick 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 grace While old folks bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya running 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 piece of the pie that'll keep us So it up til' the speakers cry And don't quit til' you the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an adult he took a look away from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the same So he understood that gang textbook original be individual Push the pedal and settle for the typical Feed your children out for your people Live and let and each one teach those Good luck get a tight And i hope you can depend on your higher Blanked let em grow for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we know it stop But don't about the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the cash fuckin up fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in the kitchen hey policeman dont as a kid i only played robbers and robbers headphone aggressive i aint saying you gotta cops look at your life check what its built off