C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, mediocre Class clown, sneak off out the back hair leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's He loved graffiti, it him down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, flat surface He learned quick to the nervousness If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he dont a damn what the curfew is away all the saving grace While them old folks about the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the just for practice here Well do ya know he got older to apply what childhood showed him Everybody left out in cold To try to learn how to manage all that on his shoulders We all want the easy life a of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up the speakers cry And don't til' you reach the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an he took a good look Stayed from the gangs and the crooks though he came from the same neighborhood So he fully understood that gang Stay be individual the pedal and never settle for the typical Feed your look out for your people Live and let and each one teach those Good get a tight defense And i hope you can depend on your sense Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we it don't 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 the house you live in the kitchen hey dont bother even as a kid i only played and robbers headphone pacifists i saying you gotta kill cops just look at your check what its built off