Lyrics:
to all my friends in Louisville, Kentucky
Joe Martin, Fred Stoner, all of my friends in Louisville, Kentucky, where I started
I'm recognized all over
Home of the greatest
Home of the haters
My city birthed the greatest
Louisville is the Greatest
Home of the greatest
Home of the haters
My city
to know
Drop top riding around in Louisville, Kentucky
I know you like to hate on me saying how I got lucky
I think your favorite rapper's girlfriend want
Kentucky that's the MOTTO
Louisville not Kentucky that's the MOTTO
She was acting up
Kicked her out PRONTO
Smoking on the swisher sweet
Not the fronto
ever seen Raspucia? Play with me, this shit do get more ugly
Trap forever rollin' like Louisville, but I ain't from Kentucky (rollin')
Niggas hatin'
long weeks it took, but it's a game
You never meant to come to Louisville
You come to see here believing
That Kentucky was half away
I love this
the eighth grade, it stayed the same
Ever since the seventh, they referred to me as Maplemade
I go from Lexington to Louisville, south of the Ohio, where
Haulin', I'm haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
I'm gonna see my baby
See my baby with time to kill
Well, I'm flyin', flyin'
No one on the road
Louisville Kentucky, we don't play that shit shit
DefBoyProductions we don't play that shit.
Put my music to the street and now my people listen
Thrown 5 grand
like Tamika Mallory's back
As she marched down to Louisville, Kentucky for Breonna Taylor
As she put her life on the front line?
Not knowing if it
Oakland, Frisco, Virginia,
Arkansas, Fresno, Kansas, Tennessee, Sacramento, Treeport, Omaha Nebraska,
Texas, Chicago, Louisville, Kentucky, Illinois,
know life gets low
But I'm about to show you how to get through
I just woke up this morning stuck in Louisville, Kentucky
I'ma read between the lines
blend in wit the trees now
I do it for Louisville, them Louisville boys be sluggin' 'em
They'll slug you just for fuckin' mean muggin' 'em
I do it for my
all like Rambo I blend in with the trees now
I do it for Louisville, them Louisville boys be slugging 'em
They'll slug you just for fucking mean mugging
buddy, yeah)
Louisville, no Kentucky (no Kentucky, yeah)
Racks stick, Silly Putty (Silly Putty)
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, count it up
all day down the new cut road
Coleman's little sister said you better act right, Coleman
Daddy's gone to Louisville he'll be back tonight
He's
I got the Dodge tonight, Unless y'all drop me off
Headed to Kentucky down 65,
Nothing like the South in the summertime
Sweet tea, bourbon,
Oakland, Frisco, Virginia,
Arkansas, Fresno, Kansas, Tennessee, Sacramento, Treeport, Omaha Nebraska,
Texas, Chicago, Louisville, Kentucky, Illinois,
Lights out on 42nd street in New York City
The Ohio's runnin' backwards down in Louisville, Kentucky
There's a fire on the plains of Kansas City,
days down the new cut road
Coleman's little sister said you better act right Coleman
Daddy's gone to Louisville he'll be back tonight
He's gonna get
Bblasion that's a whole lotta flavor aye
Man who knew
A black and Asian kid, myself
From Louisville, Kentucky to be able to get the opportunity to do this
And now, ladies and gentlemen, from Louisville, Kentucky, wearing black tie
Mr. Cassius Marcellus Clay
For his first reading, Mr. Clay, will honor us
Who knocks out everybody and no one can whoop him
That's when that little Cassius Clay from Louisville, Kentucky came up and stopped Sonny Liston
a road, I got five on it
Big KY shit, I might die by it
When I do, put me six feet deep out in Louisville, Kentucky
You ain't seen nothing like me
I've been
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