Kendrick Lamar - Average Joe Lyrics (2024)

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The hardest thing for me to doIs to get you to know meWithin sixteen barsThat's the hardest thingWho is K. Dot? A young nigg* from ComptonOn the curb writing raps next to a gunshotOn the corners where the gangsters and the killers dwellThe fraudulent tender scars that get unveiledEveryone I knew was either crip or piruCousins in elementary, relatives in high schoolWith that being said, each one of their rivalsWas aiming something at my head, I needed survivalGot jumped, got jacked, shot at, shot backAnd I don't even push a line, I'm just tryna push these rhymesIn the midst of staying neutral and discreteMy momma said you're judged by the company you keepBut what you can consider, that if it goes downThey'll kill you if you kill me, it gets deep nigg*So if you ask what I'm doingI'm tryna duck the influence of my city that's blue-and, real talk, andThis is why they f*ck with meReal talk nigg*, believe itThis is why they f*ck with meDo 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 knowI was walking from CentennialWhen an unidentified vehicle rolled up, and I was like hol' upWhere you from? (I don't bang)Where you stay? (Westside) that's a piru gang to be exactWell aware they had blue across they hatDropped backpack and ran inside of the cul-de-sacShots rang out, hoping to God I wasn't wetCrossed to cross Rosecrans and ran inside of the yetChirped the homies on the I-95, they said they already knewWhat happened, and meet 'em outside the garageNever seen that many guns in my lifeI was paranoid like a fiend in the night, but needed revengeGrabbed the nine-ball, opened up the door, then got inSomebody said fall back, we gon' make these nigg*s sufferYou my brother like a frat, and that's just to remind youThought about that so long I had failed my finals, f*ck, butThis is why they f*ck with meI told you, nigg*This is why they f*ck with meYou fake, nigg*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 knowI don't do black music, I don't do white musicI do everyday life musicGive 'em cuts like a nigg* pierced a knife through itYou say you through, but I've been through it, now that's coldAnd this is for my county building childrenIn Hub City on hubcaps, no power-steeringI use perseverance in this mad cityWhere the nigg*s drink Remy and hold semis for cutthroatsBernie Mac died, it's no jokeDon't ask why if you don't know about these killers and thievesSeven grams of weed, you smoke that, but I'm high off lifeI could fall out the sky like twiceAnd land in the land of the AKsAnd the minivans where the fan never on'Cause it's hotter than a lunatic's underarms in a straitjacketIn other words, we get it cracking, but I keep it cool, y'know?This is why they f*ck with meThis is why they f*ck with me (real talk)I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (c'mon)But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you knowSo there you have itBut I'mma leave you with thisAn O.G. once told meA real gangster is either dead or in jailOr behind the scenes getting real money, I'm gone

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Written by: KENDRICK DUCKWORTH, KENDRICK LAMAR, WYATT COLEMAN

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