Ain't Average
I swear I ain't average
You fuck with me say the right thing it'll make me go savage
I know I'm a addict
Smoke so much gas gotta nigga on mars
Sipping lean sinking titanic
I told my brothers we struggle today but just take it easy don't panic
And I smoke this gas to relieve the pain
Got dreams to be all in a phantom
Don't act like you know me
And I swear to god all of my niggas got guns and they all gone send shots like they Kobe
But shit I really be chilling and while my niggas drilling his shit
Can't rush the vibe the feeling and shit
I hit the wood sip the drank got me feeling this shit gotta good feeling and shit
I can't really lie a nigga been focused
AINT had to much to be joking and I swear I won't stop till my neck and wrist frozen
You think this a game I ain't joking
I'm tryna be rich den a bitch so I don't got no choice but to go in fuck it imma keep Flowing I'm like curry when I shoot my nigga it go in
Middle fingers to niggas who hate cause you niggas know I'm the best no debate gotta Get to the top no matter what it take young nigga balling like I'm golden state but wait
I gotta eat for the ones who ain't ate im tryna be great
When I say great hall of fame all of you niggas be lame doing shit for the clout for the fame
Sometimes I sit back and think somethings ain't the same
And all of my niggas come through they go hard in the paint
I keep it rack with my people no I can't fake
And I can't wait to pull up exotic pull up in a wraith
You fuck with me say the right thing it'll make me go savage
I know I'm a addict
Smoke so much gas gotta nigga on mars
Sipping lean sinking titanic
I told my brothers we struggle today but just take it easy don't panic
And I smoke this gas to relieve the pain
Got dreams to be all in a phantom
Don't act like you know me
And I swear to god all of my niggas got guns and they all gone send shots like they Kobe
But shit I really be chilling and while my niggas drilling his shit
Can't rush the vibe the feeling and shit
I hit the wood sip the drank got me feeling this shit gotta good feeling and shit
I can't really lie a nigga been focused
AINT had to much to be joking and I swear I won't stop till my neck and wrist frozen
You think this a game I ain't joking
I'm tryna be rich den a bitch so I don't got no choice but to go in fuck it imma keep Flowing I'm like curry when I shoot my nigga it go in
Middle fingers to niggas who hate cause you niggas know I'm the best no debate gotta Get to the top no matter what it take young nigga balling like I'm golden state but wait
I gotta eat for the ones who ain't ate im tryna be great
When I say great hall of fame all of you niggas be lame doing shit for the clout for the fame
Sometimes I sit back and think somethings ain't the same
And all of my niggas come through they go hard in the paint
I keep it rack with my people no I can't fake
And I can't wait to pull up exotic pull up in a wraith
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Writer(s): Edwin Alvarez
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