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 take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that surface He learned to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he dont give a damn what the is Chased away all the saving While them old bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya running from the cops for practice here Well do ya know he got older Trying to apply what showed him Everybody out in that cold To try to how to manage all that weight on his shoulders We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll us high So turn it up the speakers cry And quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon
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And as an he took a good look Stayed from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came from the neighborhood So he fully understood that textbook Stay original be Push the and never settle for the typical Feed your children out for your people Live and let live and each one teach Good luck get a defense And i hope you can depend on your sense Blanked let em grow for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we know it don't But don't forget about the folks on block hey what you doin with the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow nots hey preacher, is that the house you in how's the hey dont bother even as a kid i played robbers and robbers headphone aggressive i aint saying you gotta cops just at your life check what its built off