Average Joe (3 Beat Blend)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 don't even push a line, I'm just tryna push these rhymes In the midst of staying neutral and discrete My momma said you're judged by the company you keep But what you can consider, that if it goes down They'll kill you if you kill me, it gets deep nigga So if you ask what I'm doing I'm tryna duck the influence of my city that's brewing, real talk, and [Verse 2] I was walking from Centennial When an unidentified vehicle rolled up, and I was like hol' up Where you from? "I don't bang" Where you stay? "Westside", that's 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 wasn't wet Crossed across Rosecrans and ran inside of the yet Chirped the homies on the I-95, 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 that's just to remind you Thought about that so long I had failed my finals, fuck, but [Verse 3] I don't do black music, I don't do white music I do everyday life music Give 'em cuts like a nigga pierced a knife through it You say you through, but I've been through it, now that's 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, it's no joke Don't ask why if you don't know about these killers and thieves Seven grams of weed, you smoke that, but I'm 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 it's hotter than a lunatic's underarms in a straitjacket In other words, we get it cracking, but I keep it cool, you know?