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 board C'mon take off that bra to hit a homerun in your mom's garage He graffiti, it opened him Creeped the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat He quick to control the nervousness If it buildin he burnt the bridge And no he dont give a what the curfew is Chased away all the grace While them old folks bitch about the way hes Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the just for practice here Well what do ya he got older Trying to apply what childhood 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 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 that gang textbook original be individual Push the pedal and never settle for the Feed your children look out for people Live and let and each one teach those Good luck get a tight And i hope you can depend on higher sense Blanked let em grow for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we it don't stop But don't forget about the on your block hey what you doin with the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, up fellow have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in how's the hey policeman dont as a kid i only played robbers and robbers headphone aggressive i aint saying you kill cops just at your life check what its built off