Christmas in Indiana

Merry Christmas to the struggle killa, uh huh To the ones locked down no longer out here with us So I just roll another swisher rello Clutchin on this heavy metal Keep an eye on all my mirrors I don't love nobody, trust nobody Love me or not All my soldiers be like janitors, they clean with a mop It's crazy round my city dog and this shit real round here Really lost a couple friends to that dope struggle out here All the ballas be floating on Dubs Pistols inside of the clubs Bitches be knowing what's up but they love that dangerous stuff Christmas parties, all the hoes come out Uh huh Peep my red hat and these golds in my mouth Baby Riding dirty with a zip of gas on me Gotta Play it how it go It's Christmas in Indiana, killa With the family still I keep the banger on me Gotta play it how it go It's Christmas in Indiana, killa White like snow being trapped out by the load Gotta play it how it go It's Christmas in Indiana, killa Can't trust a soul, even Santa with his coal Gotta play it how it go It's Christmas in Indiana, killa Merry Christmas Indiana, homie From the streets to the slammer To the grandma's making yams All the robbers with FN's All the trappers with them bales Residue under they nails From breaking down all them pounds All around the state From the country to downtown From up north to way down south Holidays won't stop production Reluctant to stand complacent This rap city like the basement Bunch of 30's on them Chevy's We ballin just like the Pacers Yeah And if you really wanna take it there Hope you came with that iron Cuz we gon bust it, we ain't fightin fair Christmas time in Indiana, homie Rolling loud by the tree while sippin eggnog with some strippers on me