| I ain’t average
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| I ain’t average
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| I ain’t average
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| This a hit, nigga
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| Dropped out of school, 'cause my grades, I wasn’t passin' it
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| Started sellin' dope, my mama wasn’t havin' it
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| All my music back then, they used to laugh at it
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| Now everywhere I go, they be blastin' it
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| VVS’s on my neck, I ain’t average
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| I can get the baddest ho 'cause I ain’t average
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| I can go anywhere 'cause I ain’t average
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| All this shit I been through, I ain’t average
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| I ain’t tryna grow up like my daddy did
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| But it’s hard not to do what my daddy did
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| Out on bond, still tote fire when I’m traveling
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| I don’t pull up in my whip, bitch, I’m backin' in
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| Certain way you gotta talk to me
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| Talk to my people, bitch, don’t talk to me
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| 'Cause I ain’t regular, so don’t try me like no average nigga
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| I hang around killers, and for me, they be baggin' niggas
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| I ain’t make it pass the ninth grade but I ain’t dumb
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| I ain’t no average nigga, look at where I come from (Duval)
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| I can hear my grandma voice saying, «I'm happy for him»
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| She probably turnin' in her grave like, «What happened to him?»
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| Da-da-da
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| Why the real niggas gotta die?
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| I wonder why I gotta cry
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| She my baby, bitch, rock-a-bye
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| Dropped out of school, 'cause my grades, I wasn’t passin' it
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| Started sellin' dope, my mama wasn’t havin' it
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| All my music back then, they used to laugh at it
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| Now everywhere I go, they be blastin' it
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| VVS’s on my neck, I ain’t average
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| I can get the baddest ho 'cause I ain’t average
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| I can go anywhere 'cause I ain’t average
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| All this shit I been through, I ain’t average
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| AR with the beam, I can’t wait to change lanes
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| Word around town, Sniper Gang bring that pain
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| Now I hop on private planes, me and my whole team
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| Mama hate I’m in the streets but she can’t say a thing
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| I can’t help it that I slang, love to gangbang
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| Bring it to these niggas every time they say my name
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| I ain’t no regular degular, nigga pull up in a Phantom
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| She knew she was leavin' with me when she saw the bezel
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| I’m in Duval, slidin' with the roof 'round
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| I let the tool out, and I don’t care 'bout who 'round
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| I ain’t no ordinary, pissing on your cemetery
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| I hope my shooters never fail me, that’ll hurt me dearly
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| VVS’s on my neck, I call it Florida water
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| I ain’t gotta pop a molly just to get retarded
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| My lil' whoadie, he be wildin', he ain’t got no conscience
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| They just let him out of jail, he caught another body (Facts)
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| Dropped out of school, 'cause my grades, I wasn’t passin' it
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| Started sellin' dope, my mama wasn’t havin' it
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| All my music back then, they used to laugh at it
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| Now everywhere I go, they be blastin' it
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| VVS’s on my neck, I ain’t average
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| I can get the baddest ho 'cause I ain’t average
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| I can go anywhere 'cause I ain’t average
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| All this shit I been through, I ain’t average |