C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, straight Class clown, off out the back door Long leave a grease spot on the black board honey take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's He graffiti, it opened him down the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, flat surface He learned to control 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 bitch the way hes raised Southside Get ya running from the cops just for here what do ya know he got older Trying to apply childhood showed him left out in that cold To try to learn how to manage all weight on his shoulders We all the easy life a piece 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 adult he took a good Stayed from the gangs and the crooks Even though he came the same neighborhood So he fully understood that textbook Stay be individual Push the pedal and never for the typical Feed children look out for your people Live and let and each one teach those Good luck get a tight And i you can depend on your higher sense Blanked let em grow for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we know it stop But don't forget about the folks on block hey dopeman what you doin the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow nots hey preacher, is that the house you in how's the hey policeman bother as a kid i only played robbers and robbers headphone pacifists i saying you gotta kill cops just look at your life what its built off