average Joe

The hardest thing for me to do
Is to get you, to know me, within sixteen bars
Thats the hardest thing
Who is K.
Dot? A young nigga from
Compton On the curb writing raps next to a gun shot
On the corners where the gangsters and the killers dwell
The fraudulent tender scars that get unveiled
Everyone I knew was either crip or piru
Cousins in elementary, relatives in high school
With that being said, each one of their rivals
Was aiming something at my head,
I needed survival
Got jumped, got jacked, shot at, shot back
And I dont even push a line,
Im just tryna push these rhymes
In the midst of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said youre judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
Theyll kill you if you kill me, it gets deep nigga
So if you ask what
Im doing
Im tryna duck the influence of my city thats blue-and,. . real talk, and [Chorus:]
This is why they fuck with me (real talk nigga, believe it)
This is why they fuck with me (do what I do, yknow?)
Im no gangster, no killer,
Im just your average
Joe (know that)
But one thing you should consider,
Im the realest you know
I was walking from
Centennial
When an unidentified vehicle rolled up, and
I was like hold up
Where you from? 'How-bang'
Where you stay? 'Westside', thats a piru gang to be exact
Well aware they had blue across they hat
Dropped backpack and ran inside of the cul-de-sac
Shots rang out, hoping to
God I wasnt wet
Crossed to cross
Rosecrans and ran inside of the yet
Chirped the homies on the hot ninety- five, they said they already knew
What happened, and meet em outside the garage
Never seen that many guns in my life
I was paranoid like a fiend in the night, but needed revenge
Grabbed the nine-ball, opened up the door, then got in
Somebody said fall back, we gon make these niggas suffer
You my brother like a frat, and thats just to remind you
Thought about that so long
I had failed my finals, fuck, but [Chorus:]
This is why they fuck with me (I told you nigga)
This is why they fuck with me (you fake nigga)
Im no gangster, no killer,
Im just your average
Joe (you fake)
But one thing you should consider,
Im the realest you know
I dont do black music,
I dont do white music
I do everyday life music
Give em cuts like a nigga pierced a knife through it
You say you through, but
Ive been through it, now thats cold
And this is for my county building children
In Hub City on hubcaps, no power-steering
I use perseverance in this mad city
Where the niggas drink
Remy and hold semis for cutthroats
Bernie Mac died, its no joke
Dont ask why if you dont know about these killers and thieves
Seven grams of weed, you smoke that, but
Im high off life
I could fall out the sky like twice
And land in the land of the
AKs And the minivans where the fan never on
Cause its hotter than a lunatics underarms in a straitjacket
In other words, we get it cracking, but
I keep it cool, yknow? [Chorus:]
This is why they fuck with me [laughs]
This is why they fuck with me (real talk)
Im no gangster, no killer,
Im just your average
Joe (come on)
But one thing you should consider,
Im the realest you know
So there you have it
But Im a leave you with this
An OG once told me
A real gangster is either dead or in jail
Or behind the scenes getting real money
Im gone