Letra Average man de Obie Trice

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[Verse 1]
Hey yo I´m focused, it´s the locust
O. Trice is holdin the soldiers, the prognosis
Probably why I rose from zero to hope
Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach (nigga)
Hold the toast you provoke
44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll
Yes I hold my own
Swifty think you be boast clone, I´m aimin
Watch ´em switchin to Damons
And next Friday I can bet you´s a changed man
When them thangs in hands, it´s not a game man
I ghost ya, I bring ya much closer to Jehovah
Definition of a soldier, I told ya
I .. hold the toast when I approach
It´s close at all times by my side in the holster
O-ster roast ya, make me blow my composure
Pop [gunshot] it´s all over, when the fo fo blows and goes [gunshot]

When I´m up in the club
And these niggaz they wanna act tough
´Til they get plugged
Watch them bullets go [bullet shot]
Now you touched from a slug
Huggin the streets like you in love
Your heart race like [flatline]
The ambulance arrive [police siren]
They rush you to the spinner, flyin by my ride
Engine like [engine revs], homie you just died
Your family through cryin, I pulled off a crime
Just as quick as ..

[Verse 2]
Lose your face, in a fool´s race
I put my tune first nigga, you was in second place
And second place just means you didn´t react with haste
And this differentiates life where murder bein the case
And since murder was the case, it just means niggas erase
Another black mother can´t eat the food on her plate
Cause she ain´t got the taste of raisin you was a waste
Such a short span young man, sit at your wake
First I´m a man, second I´m five eight, with size and weight
Won´t give a nigga the upper hand
Cause when I pop [gunshot], I get a ´s up like Barry Sand
Sit in the can, you never ran like Barry Sand
Obie ain´t playin, Obie got a plan
And the plan is NOT to be layin in Earth´s land
I will POP before the can and Earth slayin
You get SHOT for playin me less than a man motherfucker


[Verse 3]
Niggaz get it twisted, liquor make ´em envision
that gangsterism is disrespectin a niggaz wishes
Which is all the touch talk in front of bitches
Yeah you fifteen deep, the Desert E a give ya stitches
And I can be all the bitches and hoes you wanna
But I warn ya the glock could make it hot as California
You be propped on the corner, flesh meetin the coroner
O´s and quarantine, cause no hoes in need, is no hoes in need
Niggaz take advantage ´til I manage to pull that hammer out
They start scatterin, I´m no gangster, I´m a average man
but be damned if I let ´em do me savage man
Before that I´m strapped and will challenge him
Cocked back and that [gunshot] gat will damage them
It´s not a act, this is fact, this is how I´m programmed
This is me, what I´m about, this who I am motherfucker