Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Average Joe, artist - Kendrick Lamar. Album song Overly Dedicated, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Kendrick Lamar, Top Dawg Entertainment
Song language: English
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 |
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 |