C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, straight Class clown, sneak off out the door Long hair leave a grease spot on the board C'mon take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in mom's garage He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the alley a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat He quick to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he burnt the And no he dont give a damn the curfew is Chased away all the grace While them old folks bitch the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the cops for practice here Well what do ya know he got to apply what childhood showed him Everybody 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 keep us So it up til' the speakers cry And don't quit you reach the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an adult he took a good Stayed away the gangs and the crooks Even though he from the same neighborhood So he fully that gang textbook Stay be individual Push the pedal and never for the typical Feed your look out for your people Live and let live and one teach those Good luck get a tight And i hope you can on your higher sense Blanked emcees let em for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we know it don't But don't forget the folks on your block hey dopeman what you doin with the cash fuckin up gettin fat, up fellow have nots hey preacher, is that the you live in the kitchen hey dont bother as a kid i only played robbers and robbers headphone aggressive i saying you gotta kill cops just look at your check what its built off