C'mon
he was a kid he was the joker Low potential, straight Class clown, off out the back door Long hair leave a grease spot on the board C'mon honey take off bra Tryin to hit a in your mom's garage He loved graffiti, it him Creeped down the with a can of rustoleum Canvas, that flat He quick to control the nervousness If it aint he burnt the bridge And no he dont give a damn what the is Chased all the saving grace While old folks bitch about the way hes raised Southside Get ya from the cops just for practice here Well do ya know he got older Trying to what childhood showed him Everybody out in that cold To try to how to manage all that weight on his shoulders We all want the easy a piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up til' the cry And don't quit til' you the sky, c'mon
c'mon
And as an adult he took a good Stayed away the gangs and the crooks though he came from the same neighborhood So he understood that gang textbook Stay be individual Push the pedal and never for the typical your children look out for your people Live and let live and one teach those Good luck get a tight And i hope you can depend on your sense Blanked let em grow for The followers, felons, the fallen Hey rapper, we it don't stop But don't about the folks on your block hey dopeman you doin with the cash crop fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have hey preacher, is that the you live in the kitchen hey policeman bother even as a kid i played robbers and robbers headphone aggressive i aint you gotta kill cops just at your life check what its built off