C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, mediocre Class clown, off out the back door Long hair leave a grease spot on the black honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your garage He graffiti, it opened him down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, flat surface He learned quick to control the If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he give a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the grace While them old bitch about the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the cops for practice here Well what do ya he got older Trying to apply what childhood him Everybody left out in that To try to how to manage all that weight on his shoulders We all want the life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up til' the cry And quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon
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And as an adult he a good look away from the gangs and the crooks Even though he from the same neighborhood So he understood that gang textbook original be individual Push the pedal and never settle for the Feed your children look out for your and let live and each one teach those Good luck get a tight And i hope you can depend on your sense Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we know it stop But don't forget about the folks on your hey what you doin with the cash crop up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have nots hey preacher, is the house you live in how's the hey policeman dont as a kid i only played robbers and robbers headphone aggressive i saying you gotta kill cops just look at your life check its built off