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 **** 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, ****

So if you ask what I'm doing, I'm tryna duck the influence

Of my city that's brewin', real talk, and

This is why they fuck with me (Real talk, ****, believe it)

This is why they fuck with me (Do what I do, you 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, "Hol' 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 **** 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, ****)

This is why they fuck with me (You fake, ****)

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 **** 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 **** 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

This is why they fuck with me

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'ma leave you with this

An O.G. once told me

A real gangster is either dead or in jail

Or behind the scenes getting real money

I'm gone