Black hoosier thirty-eight and a box of bullets
That demon shit sound good until you got to do it
A lot of bullshit, I'ma just call it how I view it
No bando, just a honda and a storage unit
Born into it, took a minute but as predicted another statistic
They jelly so I keep a biscuit, I can't even risk it
Not today, rip dakarai
I keep the trauma locked away, stressing out and dropping weight
Better not cooperate, no evidence they drop the case
Extort you, dock your pay, what you got to say
We let them messy hoes commentate
I sit back and observate, wait for a pussy to ovulate
Ugh this how it feels when you work nine to five and your check hit
I was taught you got to rock a rolly on your left wrist
I was out on tour signing autographs, taking pics
Ain't the type to make a wish, I make it flip
Way before I wrote a rap I knew I wasn't tryna stay in school
I had some better shit to do
Went to war and I came back to my city without a bruise
Everybody takes a loss but that don't mean you got to lose
Black hoosier, no confederate flags I ain't no race picker
No red or blue flags, I ain't no gang member
I'm just ahead of my class hoe
The king of Indiana, put the state on my back, lyrical grave digger