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? A young nigga from 
Compton 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 piru 
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 the company you keep 
But what you can consider, that if it goes down 
They'll kill you if you kill me, it gets deep nigga 
So if you ask what 
I'm doing 
I'm tryna duck the influence of my city that's blue-and,.. real talk, and [Chorus:] 
This is why they **** with me (real talk nigga, believe it) 
This is why they **** 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 piru 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, ****, but [Chorus:] 
This is why they **** with me (I told you nigga) 
This is why they **** with me (you fake nigga) 
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 nigga 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? [Chorus:] 
This is why they **** with me [laughs] 
This is why they **** with me (real talk) 
I'm no gangster, no killer, 
I'm just your average 
Joe (come 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 
A real gangster is either dead or in jail 
Or behind the scenes getting real money 
I'm gone