C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, straight Class clown, off out the back door Long hair a grease spot on the black board C'mon honey off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in mom's garage He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the alley with a can of Canvas, that flat He learned quick to control the If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he dont give a what the curfew is Chased all the saving grace While them old folks about the way hes raised Southside Get ya running the cops just for practice here Well what do ya he got older Trying to what childhood showed him left out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll us high So turn it up til' the cry And don't quit til' you the sky, c'mon
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And as an adult he a good look Stayed away from the and the crooks Even though he came the same neighborhood So he fully understood that textbook original be individual Push the and never settle for the typical Feed children look out for your people Live and let live and each one those Good get a tight defense And i hope you can on your higher sense emcees let em grow for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we know it stop But don't forget about the folks on your hey what you doin with the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in the kitchen hey dont bother even as a kid i only played and robbers headphone aggressive i aint saying you gotta cops just at your life check what its built off