Average

(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

Runnin' from 12, ****, yeah, we blitzin'

Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision

These **** be cappin', they never do missions

I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spittin'

I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension

I'm gettin' 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 talkin' machine, how I spit facts

That boy livin' 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 concernin'

Countin' up big racks 'cause I earned it

Whip out the stick, now that **** squirmin'

Seen too-too-too much money, I've been affirmin'

If he think he a don, I kick him like the Mavericks

Smoke top shelf, this shit ain't average

Runnin' from 12, ****, yeah, we blitzin'

Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision

These **** be cappin', they never do missions

I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spittin'

I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension

I'm gettin' 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

Runnin' from 12, ****, yeah, we blitzin'

Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision

These **** be cappin', they never do missions

I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spittin'

I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension

I'm gettin' 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