I keeps it versatile cause that's my style

From hip-hop to be-bop I been with shorties around the world Variety

is just my personality Sometimes

I just don't fit in

I see the open doorways But no one wants to let me in

Grandma made me understand material things don't make the man

Try to find that inner wealth and learn to love yourself

Lately it's so hard to find peace of mind

I just got to get away

from the haters and the instigators

The mis-conceivers and the non-believers

People don't believe the hype 'cause Leehom ain't no stereotype

No Crystale in the tub Or

iced out Spreewell dubs

I'm really not your average thug

Not your average gangster

And I won't be defined by the size of my knot But the state of my mind

No Rolex on my wrist Or platinum on my chest

'Cause I don't need that shit to impress

But y'all don't get it twisted

I got love for the ghetto

Tho I'm not your average thug

(Feel me)

Lord I been around the world

Sangin' near and far

People runnin'game all over

Judgin’ me before we meet when they see me on the street

And they don’t know a damn thing about me

It’s a world of jealousy deceit and envy

Seems like everybody tryin’ to take something from me

Grandma made me understand material things don’t make the man

So I found the inner wealth and learned to love myself

Lately it’s so hard to find peace of mind (lately it is so hard)

I just got to get away from the haters and the instigators

There’s back-stabbers and money-grabbers, users and abusers

And they all wear smilin’ faces

No Crystale in the tub Or iced out Spreewell dubs

I'm really not your average thug

Not your average gangster

And I won't be defined by the size of my knot But the state of my mind

But y'all don't get it twisted

I got love for the ghetto

Tho I'm not your average thug

Sometimes I feel like I’m gonna snap

and go off up in this piece on somebody

I ain’t tryin’ to say no names

but I ain’t trying to play no games

Holla if you feel me people

So lift me up in a lonely world that’s so unkind

There’s back-stabbers and money-grabbers, users and abusers

And they all wear smilin’ faces

No Rolex on my wrist Or platinum on my chest

I'm really not your average thug

'Cause I don't need that shit to impress

Not your average gangster

And I won't be defined by the size of my knot

But the state of my mind

No Crystale in the tub Or iced out Spreewell dubs

No Rolex on my wrist Or platinum on my chest

'Cause I don't need that shit to impress

But y'all don't get it twisted

I got love for the ghetto

Tho I'm not your average thug