C'mon
When he was a kid he was the Low potential, straight Class clown, sneak off out the back Long leave a grease spot on the black board C'mon take off that bra Tryin to hit a homerun in mom's garage He graffiti, it opened him Creeped the alley with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat He learned to control the nervousness If it aint buildin he the bridge And no he dont a damn what the curfew is Chased away all the saving While them old bitch about the way hes raised Minneatmosphere Get ya running from the cops just for here what do ya know he got older Trying to apply what childhood him left out in that cold To try to learn how to all that weight on his shoulders We all want the life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up til' the cry And don't til' you reach the sky, c'mon
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And as an he took a good look Stayed away from the gangs and the Even though he came from the neighborhood So he understood that gang textbook Stay original be Push the pedal and settle for the typical Feed your children look out for people Live and let live and one teach those luck get a tight defense And i you can depend on your higher sense Blanked let em grow for The followers, felons, the soldiers Hey rapper, we know it stop But don't forget about the on your block hey dopeman you doin with the cash crop 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 robbers and headphone aggressive i aint you gotta kill cops just look at your check what its built off