Average Joe

The hardest thing for me to do

Is to get you, to know me, within sixteen bars

That's 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 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 blue-

and,.. real talk, and

This is why they fuck with me (real talk nigga, believe

it)

This is why they fuck with me (do what I do, y'know?)

I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe

(know that)

But one thing you should consider, I'm 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", 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 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 that's just to remind

you

Thought about that so long I had failed my finals,

fuck, but

This is why they fuck with me (I told you nigga)

This is why they fuck with me (you fake nigga)

I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe

(you fake)

But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you

know

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,

y'know?

This is why they fuck with me [laughs]

This is why they fuck with me (real talk)

I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe

(come on)

But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you

know

So there you have it

But I'm 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

I'm gone