The hardest thing for me to do
 Is to get you, to know me, within sixteen bars
 That's the hardest thing

 Who is K. Dot? young [bad word] [bad word]  On the curb writing raps next to a gun shot
 On the corners where the gangsters and the killers dwell
 The fraudulent tender scars that get unveiled
 Everyone I knew was either crip or [bad word]  Cousins in elementary, relatives in high school
 With that being said, each one of their rivals
 Was aiming something at my head, I needed survival
 Got jumped, got jacked, shot at, shot back
 And I don't even push a line, I'm just tryna push these rhymes
 In the midst of staying neutral and discrete
 My momma said you're judged by [bad word] you keep
 But what you can consider, that if it goes down
 They'll kill you if you kill me, it gets deep [bad word]  So if you ask what I'm doing
 I'm tryna duck the influence of my city that's blue-and,.. real talk, and
 [bad word] ]
 This is why they [bad word] with me (real talk [bad word]  believe it)
 This is why they [bad word] with me (do 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 know

 I was walking from Centennial
 When an unidentified vehicle rolled up, and I was like hold up
 Where you from? "How-bang"
 Where you stay? "Westside", that's a [bad word] gang to be exact
 Well aware they had blue across they hat
 Dropped backpack and ran inside of the cul-de-sac
 Shots rang out, hoping to God I wasn't wet
 Crossed to cross Rosecrans and ran inside of the yet
 Chirped the homies on the hot ninety-five, they said they already knew
 What happened, and meet 'em outside the garage
 Never seen that many guns in my life
 I was paranoid like a fiend in the night, but needed revenge
 Grabbed the nine-ball, opened up the door, then got in
 Somebody said fall back, we gon' make these niggas suffer
 You my brother like a frat, and that's just to remind you
 Thought about that so long I had failed my finals, [bad word]  but
 [bad word] ]
 This is why they [bad word] with me (I told you [bad word] 
 This is why they [bad word] with me (you fake [bad word] 
 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 know

 I don't do black music, I don't do white music
 I do everyday life music
 Give 'em cuts like a [bad word] pierced a knife through it
 You say you through, but I've been through it, now that's cold
 And this is for my county building children
 In Hub City on hubcaps, no power-steering
 I use perseverance in this mad city
 Where the niggas drink Remy and hold semis for cutthroats
 Bernie Mac died, it's no joke
 Don't ask why if you don't know about these killers and thieves
 Seven grams of weed, you smoke that, but I'm high off life
 I could fall out the sky like twice
 And land in the land of the AKs
 And the minivans where the fan never on
 Cause it's hotter than a lunatic's underarms in a straitjacket
 In other words, we get it cracking, but I keep it cool, y'know?
 [bad word] ]
 This is why they [bad word] with me [laughs]
 This is why they [bad word] with me (real talk)
 I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe [bad word] on)
 But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know

 So there you have it
 But I'm a leave you with this
 An OG once told me
 real gangster is either dead or in jail
 Or behind the scenes getting real money
 I'm gone