T.A.N.

[Verse 1: KillaB]
Blah blah, call it doomsday for these other N's
Take they tens and make them work for tens
A couple bars and they all flee
The average nigga never seeing me
I'm from the West and we are the best
PAC poster on my wall I'm feeling blessed
I'm not the next machiaveli...
But why don't you move on to the next G!
The average nigga yet I'm so tan
Tan enough to wear a hoodie not forgiven from the man
Man enough to say I ran from the darkness of my thoughts
Had to drop a mixtape to tell the story and it's plot
Plotting on the fucking game and my life is a chapter
Alive and remaining caught up in the clouds of rapture
I rap what I feel... and I rap what I don't
An oxymoron for you morons watch and don't be blown

[Hook x2]
Everybody trynna be a nigga til the day they ride
And all those anybody's going be missing when we die
And all the fucking homies going be laughing when you cry
We all an average nigga on the day we tried to fly

[Verse 2: Java]
Look at him, he don't fuck with nobody
Look at him, he ain't gonna be nobody
Look at him, he can't compete with nobody
Don't nobody deal with what I gotta deal with I'm gambling with no money
I got one chip one only, and thats the one on my shoulder
If the scale tips it's over, that's it I'm over my quota
Do nothing but punch numbers, rip calendars off the wall
I'm Walinda this life's got me trying to balance it all
So look at me!
I dare somebody to try to hold me back
Seems like nowadays everybody has, some kind of opinion on who I am
Seem like, even if she bad, still a nigga focused all on that cash
I'm focused on that Ass..piration that's where I'm at
They wanna a rocky story
Even though shit's been rocky for me
This ain't even bout no boxing for me
It's real life you will not ignore me
Not a man of many words I just paint pictures
Fake bitches get brushed
Fake niggas get brushed
Make no mistake you wanna push me then I push back and that's trust
Seem like nowadays all you ever hear is how they feeling some type of way
But Im different cuz I'm the type to tell you exactly how I be feeling
And I feel way out of your league...right now
The day I pipe down is the day, I fuck a bitch on the ground
Since I imagine, what I do on the mic is earth shattering
And I never...let anybody tell me that I'm anything other than what I set my mind to
And just when you started doubting me thinking I was outta the fight
I got up and I'm right behind you
Like...we in a conga line
Giving up, nah never been the kind to
Need I remind you, that I won't start anytime soon
When I...pen a tale it's like pin the tale on the donkey
Make pincushions of anybody who wanna stop me
I been pushing, and I'm getting tired of knocking
The door hinge is getting torn in ready or not!
So here I come, cuz where I'm from, is the reason I got where I am
If I may fall, I know where I'll land, I know who I am, I know where I stand
I'm on top!

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: KillaB]
Time ain't changing us but changing wrinkles on my hands
Harder to pick up a pen and write about plans I never had
I'm only twenty years young but feeling older at my best
Like my prime already hit, they're ain't nothing to be left
So this gonna be mine, Fuck the speeches about your favorite rapper
That you thought was cool, cause he really ain't for you
I'm a be the fucking one, No ifs ands or questions
How the average nigga make it?
Left a table for suggestions
But until that fucking time I'm about to murder this shit
Ain't give a fuck about these haters they can suck on this dick
I drop a mixtape I don't give a fuck about your views
Your ratings and your likes don't mean a fuck to my crew
Just the average nigga rapping yet I'm better than the rest
You can call me a fucking myth the way I'm going stupid on this shit
So when you're done you may not even be feeling this shit
But I know I grabbed your attention on the intro to this bitch, TAN