Average
'Fore I left da crib Lynn told me don't be average
So That's the reason these lines coming out automatic
That's the reason why on the court, nigga I be snappin
They be hating on me I tell em shut up wit allat yappin
And on da hoes we macking, none of them looking average
And I'm winning cuz these niggas can't reciprocate my passion
Niggas waiting on me to fall, that ain't gone happen
I can't be around you niggas that's why I be overlapping y'all
It's either me or I'm good at this rapping like it's basketball
The VO keep it presidential, we don't get rats involved
But definitely get them racks involved
Got this shit pint up I'm letting out on all of y'all
Or should I say the mic, I got it jumping like a tip-off
Like Lysol, 99 percent of y'all get pissed off
And fuck a NASA but just like a migo I just takeoff
Crazy
GVO Nigga
Cause something tell me I wasn't born to be average
I know I was meant to be the youngest nigga having it
Back up against the wall, know I moved over to bagging it
My dawg say put em on, so you know I had to tag em in
Won't stop for nothing, I need all us on that lavish shit
But they be envious, I can't forget that savage shit
Was living fast, I was known for VO and crashing whips
Now I take trips with something pretty, don't do plastic hips
Go chase that bag if you trapping or you cashing tips
Get off yo ass, I can't add you if you lacking jhitt
When March come, it's gon be madness in my bracket
Working all winter, told them the memo was to stack it
I'm bringing bae that green, like they sent me to the Packers
Eat with yo mouth closed before them niggas turn to smackers
Yo brudda winning, ain't nun wrong with turning to a clapper
No school or 9-5, they sat I turned into a rapper
Was raised right, pops ain't never let me be no slacker
I'm up on everything, you woulda thought I had the tracker
Life getting better cause my skin been getting blacker
Cracked the code to this shit nigga we ain't need no hacker
They asking me questions like I wasn't balling back in practice
I manifested it, I know my day ones seen it happen
And that's real talk, right back to the drawing board
You know we using real chalk
Out here making money in the clothes that Nekia bought
Niggas breaking codes, me and mine from the real cloth
Never leave my bruddas, if one go and then we peel off
Sliding thru the city, riding round till the wheels off
Say I'm clutch like Kobe, if i shoot I'll take his heel off
Put a hole in one, Ima tiger playing real golf
Or put my dawg motion so he stop popping them seals off
Dumbass Nigga
GVO Nigga
Guess I'm the next man up and I ain't average
On the field I'm a different nigga on my savage shit
Life was hard so you know I grew up with some tragedies
I had to grow up early so I can't do the shit my daddy did
Ain't have my pops in my life, yeah that's a wild fact
This shit wasn't easy but you know I had to smile back
Me and the gang was just broke, yeah just a while back
Now we playing Tetris with that money, tryna make it stack
Them boys put me in so it's time to up the sco'
You either win or lose, you know it can't be both
Go in the club and tell my bro to pick out the baddest hoes
Nowadays everything fake, can't tell what's real no more
The devil all up on my tracks, I gotta knock em off
And if I swing I ain't gone miss, cause this ain't top golf
You niggas with the puppy boys and I'm with the top dawgs
Niggas mad cause I'm blessed, it ain't my fault
So That's the reason these lines coming out automatic
That's the reason why on the court, nigga I be snappin
They be hating on me I tell em shut up wit allat yappin
And on da hoes we macking, none of them looking average
And I'm winning cuz these niggas can't reciprocate my passion
Niggas waiting on me to fall, that ain't gone happen
I can't be around you niggas that's why I be overlapping y'all
It's either me or I'm good at this rapping like it's basketball
The VO keep it presidential, we don't get rats involved
But definitely get them racks involved
Got this shit pint up I'm letting out on all of y'all
Or should I say the mic, I got it jumping like a tip-off
Like Lysol, 99 percent of y'all get pissed off
And fuck a NASA but just like a migo I just takeoff
Crazy
GVO Nigga
Cause something tell me I wasn't born to be average
I know I was meant to be the youngest nigga having it
Back up against the wall, know I moved over to bagging it
My dawg say put em on, so you know I had to tag em in
Won't stop for nothing, I need all us on that lavish shit
But they be envious, I can't forget that savage shit
Was living fast, I was known for VO and crashing whips
Now I take trips with something pretty, don't do plastic hips
Go chase that bag if you trapping or you cashing tips
Get off yo ass, I can't add you if you lacking jhitt
When March come, it's gon be madness in my bracket
Working all winter, told them the memo was to stack it
I'm bringing bae that green, like they sent me to the Packers
Eat with yo mouth closed before them niggas turn to smackers
Yo brudda winning, ain't nun wrong with turning to a clapper
No school or 9-5, they sat I turned into a rapper
Was raised right, pops ain't never let me be no slacker
I'm up on everything, you woulda thought I had the tracker
Life getting better cause my skin been getting blacker
Cracked the code to this shit nigga we ain't need no hacker
They asking me questions like I wasn't balling back in practice
I manifested it, I know my day ones seen it happen
And that's real talk, right back to the drawing board
You know we using real chalk
Out here making money in the clothes that Nekia bought
Niggas breaking codes, me and mine from the real cloth
Never leave my bruddas, if one go and then we peel off
Sliding thru the city, riding round till the wheels off
Say I'm clutch like Kobe, if i shoot I'll take his heel off
Put a hole in one, Ima tiger playing real golf
Or put my dawg motion so he stop popping them seals off
Dumbass Nigga
GVO Nigga
Guess I'm the next man up and I ain't average
On the field I'm a different nigga on my savage shit
Life was hard so you know I grew up with some tragedies
I had to grow up early so I can't do the shit my daddy did
Ain't have my pops in my life, yeah that's a wild fact
This shit wasn't easy but you know I had to smile back
Me and the gang was just broke, yeah just a while back
Now we playing Tetris with that money, tryna make it stack
Them boys put me in so it's time to up the sco'
You either win or lose, you know it can't be both
Go in the club and tell my bro to pick out the baddest hoes
Nowadays everything fake, can't tell what's real no more
The devil all up on my tracks, I gotta knock em off
And if I swing I ain't gone miss, cause this ain't top golf
You niggas with the puppy boys and I'm with the top dawgs
Niggas mad cause I'm blessed, it ain't my fault
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Writer(s): Christian Jones
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