Lyrics:
Balling like Louisville
Don’t tell me to chill (On God)
I’m going stupid Hoe (yea yea)
Its business as usual (all bout my business)
My bitches they
of the ninth at Wrigley Field
I'm staring at a three and two count
Bases loaded and I knock it out
With my Louisville Slugger
Took it everywhere I went
Most
to let go
Louisville slugga it wont be too long
LiL Mark day one nikka
Making profit off hoes
Truck paid zero
At ease can open door
Can open door
Swangin
Snappin' necks-nigga,
Charging the mob for our protection
I'm still rejecting offers from half the forces
A corner office, and ten percent of all
touch is gold
Out here in the field touch and go touch and go
Recognize yo power my nigga
Yes ok
I figured out how to work the system
I figured out how
I got killas with me and they ready to kill
Break his skull with my Louisville
Gas in the air so strong you get contact (shit)
One bad bitch break
'Till those hopes are just so much popcorn
For the pigeons beneath the 'L' tracks to eat"
He said, "You know, I'll never see Wrigley Field anymore
'Till those hopes are just so much popcorn
For the pigeons beneath the 'L' tracks to eat"
He said, "You know, I'll never see Wrigley Field anymore
I'm a fan of the paper cause I'm too raw
Huh
If it not money you lost
Come step in my office, the boss
You know I'm controlling the cost
Keeping it
Jefferson county sheriff office says deputies showed up to find nearly 100 people
At that party in Louisville on Saturday
Some of them were running
It's that garage sale beat-around old guitar
The Louisville Slugger left in the schoolyard
It's that box of 45's at your cousin's house
That you
reflecting how we was reppin'
Snappin' necks-n-----Charging the mob for our protection
I'm still rejecting offers from half the forces
A corner office
All my niggas drillin' 'cause we kill
Most of these niggas ain't real
Catch a nigga lackin' on the field
All my niggas drillin' 'cause we real
All my
The same dream again
Standing in the light of autumn fields
Eyes turned to the dark
Troubled by visions of fate
I drifted to the hill above Lake
Watch me hit some home runs, Imma Louisville slugger
Aiming for the bleachers there can never be another
Imma always have your back like a jersey
door!
What's that bill?
Louisville!
We passed that before!
Field o' cotton, tell me where I am,
Hear that fella yellin', "Alabam!".
Mammy!
I'm leavin' you, I'm not comin' back
She said, "The f- with that
Where's my Louisville Slugger at?"
She grabbed that f- bat and swung it at my head
can't stomach this, I'm leavin' you, I'm not comin' back
She said, "The fuck with that
Where's my Louisville Slugger at?"
She grabbed that fuckin' bat
door!
What's that bill?
Louisville!
We passed that before!
Field o' cotton, tell me where I am,
Hear that fella yellin', "Alabam!".
Mammy!
J! Forces!
Timberland step with the bosses
Four! Courses!
Up in the Stu where the sauce is
Aye! Otis, too much paper the office
Aye! Losses, even
thrill
We shoot to kill, blood spill for that dollar bill
Your body parts'll be landfilled in Potter's Field
You ain't really real, you bust when
I don't pick up the phone when you dialing
I been fucked up tonight, got me spiraling
Just saw you walk in, good timing
Always take it left field, Joe
door!
What's that bill?
Louisville!
We passed that before!
Field o' cotton, tell me where I am;
Hear that fella yellin', "Alabam!".
Mammy!
and an FBI investigation
2021 Was a record breaking year for Louisville homicides
As was the year before it. Now, 2022 is on track to be even deadlier
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