[Verse One]

I live in a place where the real hip hop gets drowned out

And kids don't know whether they live midwest or down south

Where the projects resemble a town house not a tenement

Where there's no gun laws and everybody got a weapon with

Rappers like to wild out to their own detriment

But turn bitch when the fan get hits by the excrement

Say they keep it real but the truth they really stretching it

Thug impressionist fake is what my first impression is

But some of them, will stop your heartbeat indefinite

So cops say we stressing kids from Broadway to Brecken Ridge

Derby time come the whole all festered with

Girls in tight dresses just showing off their breast to kids

No matter how bad the weather is

Cats be on the strip sipping on their favorite alcoholic beverages

You better stand your grown kid keep your leverages

Shit it's getting mad stressed I need a sedative

[Scratch Hook]

"Yo Louisville" - Black Moon 'Come Get Some'

"Ya out there?"

"That's the way it goes" - Fat Joe 'Envy'

"In the city" - Juice

"Yo, here my name in these streets is like whoa" - Black Rob 'Whoa'

"Representing"

"Cause Louisville packs the biscuit" - Smif N Wessun 'Sound Bwoy Burial'

"L.O.U." - Black Moon 'Come Get Some'

"Ya out there?"

"That's the way it goes"

"In the city"

"Yo, here my name in these streets is like whoa"

"It's about to go down" - Jay-Z 'I Just Wanna Love U'

[Verse Two]

I live in a place that's still searching for it's own sound

And the hardest place to make it is your hometown

Where every radio station is owned by the same company

Other parts of the country determine just what we bumping we

Never get rotated or located

Man this whole state is so played if they do play it it's so dated

I live in a place where the average smile is gold plated

Where it costs twenty bucks just to get your skull faded

Where the hot girls are bow legged

And chicken heads with wild hair styles get their toes painted

And made the velvet rose famous

And young guns be handling rocks

Where they wear wife beaters and sandals with socks

And at any age, cats be packing hammers and Glocks

Where even if there's a drought they'll manage to cop

Where the gun fire's real you don't imagine the shots

Yo it's Louisville Kentucky, let's examine the spot

[Scratch Hook]

[Verse Three: J-Lil]

I've always been told that home is where your heart is

And if that's so, my town's an orphanage for lost kids

Cause my city's full of heartless pigs

Who empty cartridges into cars and cribs, just starting shit

I'm from a place where the streets is taking hostages

Holding souls for ransom until we all are his'

And lots of kids be claiming they popping Cris'

When they barely got a pot to piss and it's obvious

They contradict just to be prominent

Thinking they all knowing when they lacking common sense

And the future in this game seems to be ominous

Cause we couldn't see eye to eye if y'all was optometrists

When every kid in every neighborhood say that they rap

But they lack the skills to put our state on the map

So I come up with new styles that will enable cats

To give their dogs food for thought instead of the table scraps

[Scratch Hook]

"502 heads"

"Got to holla at the home" - Heather B 'Live MC'

"Putting work on these streets"

"Back in Louisville"