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Hoosier is the official demonym for a resident of the U.S. state of Indiana. The origin of the term remains a matter of debate within the state, but "Hoosier" was in general use by the 1840s, having been popularized by Richmond resident John Finley's 1833 poem "The Hoosier's Nest". Anyone born in Indiana or a resident at the time is considered to be a Hoosier. Indiana adopted the nickname "The Hoosier State" more than 150 years ago."Hoosier" is used in the names of numerous Indiana-based businesses and organizations. "Hoosiers" is also the name of the Indiana University athletic teams and seven active and one disbanded athletic conferences in the Indiana High School Athletic Association have the word "Hoosier" in their name. As there is no accepted embodiment… more »

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Bitch I'm smoking on the motherfucking best right now

Kill out that weak shit I think that I done heard enough
Old ways Martha baby Hoosier finna bag em up
Gotta vendetta for whoever try to step to me
And if I die well then your body laying next to me
What happened to the music these niggas can't rap
Got too many options with these flows L Jack
I smell pussy I smell pack
You won't make it I spin back

Let's keep in the city ain't nobody fucking with me
I'm goin up alone if ain't nobody coming with me
I was having suicidal thoughts like a nigga biggie
It's suicidal if you thought you could come and get me
F*ck nigga
I don't need no luck nigga
I'm finna f*ck the game
Let's see who cum quicker
Okay my gun bigger
Okay my rhymes realer
Say I'm from Indiana
I shoot like Reggie Miller
Im the one they ain't believe in I saw shit that they ain't see
And if something gotta shake I'm the one I bet on me
If we gotta shake em down it is what it gotta be
Remember I just wanted loyalty I gave that shit for free
Now I'm focused on my royalties a check I gotta see
Gotta son a babymomma plenty mouths I'm tryna feed
Got my momma got my pops I got my nephews and my nieces
Gotta my brothers ima kill you try to take something from me

Kill out that weak shit I think that I done heard enough
Old ways Martha baby Hoosier finna bag em up
Gotta vendetta for whoever try to step to me
And if I die well then your body laying next to me
What happened to the music these niggas can't rap
Got too many options with these flows L Jack
I smell pussy I smell pack
You won't make it I spin back

Trouble on my mind I stopped the pills I'm still tryna heal
It got to a point I couldn't feel I was tryna kill
Poppin x it had me missing meals and fuckin up the bills
Now I'm movin sober dawg it's over now this shit seem real
I went to the witch lady wondered what my palm would say
Said I been a miss lately she told me I gotta pray
Said that ima find a way my soul been up in a cage
Said to watch your enemies and friends and keep that gun off safety
Been through fucking with these hoes while knowing I can't change
I wanna fly in private jet one time so it can match the gang
I just met her gave me sex don't know her name
My advice to the youth is get a check bruh f*ck the fame
Pay attention to these bitches ain't as loyal as they claim
But I ain't stupid cause most of these niggas is the same
You ain't gotta be in the streets don't let em tell you that you lame
Stay in your lane keep that flame and use your damn brain

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