Obie Trice - Average Man lyrics

[Verse 1] Ayo I'm focused, it's the locust O. Trice is holding the soldiers, the prognosis Probably why I rose from zero to hope Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach n***a, hold the toast you provoke 44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll Yes I hold my own, Swifty think you Deebo's clone I'm aimin, watch I'm switchin to Damon And Next Friday I can bet you's a changed man When them thangs in hand, 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, it's all over, when the 44 blows and goes a.. [Hook] When I'm up in the club and these n***as, they wanna act tough 'til they get plugged, watch them bullets go... Now you touched from a slug, huggin the streets like you in love Your heart rate's like... The ambulance arrive They rush you to the 'spital, flyin by my ride, engine like... Homie you just died, your family through crying I pulled off a crime, just as quick as... [Verse 2] You could lose your face, in a fool's race I pulled my tool first n***a, you was in second place And second place just means you didn't react with haste And this differentiates life where murder being the case And since murder was the case, it just means n***as erase Another black mother can't eat the food on her plate Cause she ain't got the taste as if raising you was a waste "Such a short span young man" said at your wake First I'm a man, second I'm five eight But size and weight won't give a n***a the upper hand Cause when I pop, I give this up like Barry Sand Sit in the can, he 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's land You get shot for playin me less than a man, mothaf**a [Hook] [Verse 3] n***as get it twisted, liquor make 'em envision That gangsterism is disrespecting a n***as wishes Which is all that tough talk in front of b**hes Yeah you fifteen deep, the Desert E'll give ya stitches And I can be all the b**hes and hoes you wanna But I warn ya the Glock could make it hot as California You be popped on the corner, flesh meeting the coroner O's in quarantine, cause no holes in me An' since no holes in me, n***as take advantage 'til I manage to pull that hammer out, they start scattering 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 co*k back and that 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, motherf**er [Hook]