Average Songtext
von Clavish

Made a hundred thousand more than ten
Times just from speakin′ 'bout my life
Hella ups and hella downs in this crazy life of mine
Hear funny knocks at the front door, I tell Skeng, "Go get the nine"
Imagine runnin′ through the back door and findin' out that we're live
When I tick the AP skelly off my bucket
List, probably still won′t have the time
I be tryin′ less when I write songs
Nowadays, still can't match my rhymes

Made her cum and fall asleep, my dick game made her tired (Huh)
In the 16, I′m the GOAT and there's just no denyin′


The paigons dem might beg to differ, but that's just them bein′ biased
Lammy taught me and Kiko how to whip, we call that trap house science
And even when I'm doin' nothin′ wrong, still ′noid when I hear sirens
To the side, I slip her a string of G if her boyfriend knew, I'd cry
C-L-A, I′ve had Rambos twinnin', spinners doin′ the same
Had a disagreement with my 'ooter, flingin′ corn, he was doin' it bait
And they say, "Better late than never," never better, I'm always late
Used to reload Z′s and set them straight so
Of course, I was gassed when the corner came

And what you bringin′ to the table?
- Done dropped me guns and grub
I can't complain, I′m more than grateful

Seventy on my Cuban, their face is sour like some grapefruit
I ain't tryna say I made you, but without me, you
Just wouldn′t have been able, and that's big facts
I got all my shit intact (Intact)
I got silver, gold, and plaques (Plaques)
Some of you lot′s favourite rappers rap '
Bout trap, never sold a pack (Pack)
And some of these skets you niggas


Slip for, they're not even that
Offered me and killy a threesome, still never got a wap
Fuck I look like preein′ comments? More than half an M from Colin
If I tell the squeezers, "Chill,"
They′re gonna chill, I'm bein′ honest
I'm in Harrods with the guys, I don′t think twice, I like, I cop it
Loro Piana head to toe, if mummy knew the price, she'll vomit
Hoes know my face, fuck her
Fucked her throat, now she relyin′ on some lockets

I've been stayin' turnt up
I could′ve been locked up eatin′ porridge

Bought it soft, but now, it's solid
Sounds good sayin′, "You got me"
She can't comprehend on why I′ve got this Rambo knife in Novikov

Lski can't help himself
He spotted a paigon vehicle, shot it up
And they done - in his head
Baptism, he lost lots of blood
If it weren′t for rap (Rap), all I'd know
Is quack (Quack), like I'm Donald Duck

Presidential Annie, I might go bust down my Donald Trump
If I ain′t hit her more than once
Then she was most likely an average fuck
If I press the sport button, I′m goin'
Missin′, this ain't no average truck
When the guys done it messy, I was
Stressin′, that weren't no average gun
Had to boss up and go pattern, I got bored of bein′ average