Average

(album: epiphany - 2021)

(You gon' fuck with this one, Will)
Fah, fah
(Je t'aime Milanezie)
Yeah, gang
(Sensei, I hate you)
Yeah

If he think he a don, I kick him like the Mavericks
Smoke top shelf, this shit ain't average
Running from 12, nigga, yeah, we blitzing
Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision
These niggas be capping, they never do missions
I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spitting
I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension
I'm getting this money, that shit is a given

Got a Glock with a scope, I'ma zoom, no OptiFine
If you really want smoke, I ain't hard to find
Think he better than me, boy, you lost your mind
Boy, you not my gang, no, you is not my kind
I can't go broke 'cause it don't make sense
I'ma cop what I want, I don't care what I spend
Just flew out to L.A., I'm posted with Taz
Just like a tortilla, cross me then it's wraps
I ain't talking machine, how I spit facts
That boy living a dream, these hollows make him nap
That ho fiend for the dick, she take it in the back
And I woke up today and I made fifty racks
I know you cap rap, it's concerning
Counting up big racks 'cause I earned it
Whip out the stick, now that nigga squirming
Seen too-too-too much money, I've been affirming

If he think he a don, I kick him like the Mavericks
Smoke top shelf, this shit ain't average
Running from 12, nigga, yeah, we blitzing
Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision
These niggas be capping, they never do missions
I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spitting
I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension
I'm getting this money, that shit is a given

If he think he a don, I kick him like the Mavericks
Smoke top shelf, this shit ain't average
Running from 12, nigga, yeah, we blitzing
Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision
These niggas be capping, they never do missions
I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spitting
I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension
I'm getting this money, that shit is a given
Got a Glock with a scope, I'ma zoom, no OptiFine
If you really want smoke, I ain't hard to find
Think he better than me, boy, you lost your mind
Boy, you not my gang, no, you is not my kind
I can't go broke 'cause it don't make sense
I'ma cop what I want, I don't care what I spend
Just flew out to L.A., I'm posted with Taz
Just like a tortilla, cross me then it's wraps