MGM Hezzy - Average (feat. TheMacstarMGM)

Tired of living average
New foreigns when I'm riding all in traffic
We the hardest in my city and I stamp it
Had this Beamer for a week and now it's damaged
Took the Valentino mixed it with the Gucci
Four chains around my neck I feel like boosie
Im a winner so she trippin if she lose me
If you run into my foreign then ima lose it
I was riding in the coupe it was brainless
Fly as fuck when I walk on the stages
Knew this bitch for one day and she naked
Sport mode press the gas then I lane switch
Purple denim and supreme but it's mismatch
I ain't trippin off no bitch that I been had
Bending corners almost gave us a whiplash
He gettin shells I don't care bout no six pack
911 But it's missing the back doors
All they seen was me just swerve In a black porsche
You ain't tryna move no bows what u trap for
Goin fast spilled my cup on the dashboard
In the Beamer they just said I do too much
If I crash it ima go get a new one
Started chasing after fifty's and blue bucks
Thought he was tuff til he gave all his jewels up
Never been inside a foreign come ride with me
Two pipes on the back of the 5 series
He was showing off that gun til he died with it
Hit the pharmacy I'm scoring in five minutes
All these bitches for the streets she look nice tho
He was singin in dat room like Michael
Going crazy in the coupe Ima physcho
Never switching and I put it on the Bible
Fuck these bitches you could stack up the money
Ain't get a Grammy he just actin for nothing
Got my shooter bringing guns like he Russian
Shut the club down now ain't no more clubbing
Fuck the clout I do this shit with a passion
Twin turbo on this shit so I'm smashing
My chain bussing after dark it be dancing
They ain't thought I would get rich off rapping
When you a nigga in yo city got to move different
Started balling with my gang fuck these new niggas
Trying to stack it to the top so I need new digits
From the bottom now Im stepping in some new christians
Palm Angel bear, Kenzo tiger, Gucci snakes
My fit broke they scale but to me my fit a six
Sipping champagne while Im shopping up in saks
No window shopping I walked out with eight bags
C8 on the vette but I still showed up late
Stopped at 208 for lobster tales and a steak
She haven't ate thought about her got her a plate
She get dessert chocolate dick up in her face
No handouts she suck my dick dont use her hands
How you gettin money but yo mans dont got a plan
He need some help come bring a bank come middleman
Magic tricks spawned a dub before Ten

Written by:
Henry Brice

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