[Verse 1: Petey]
I got my cock on the clock, fuck your time
Ain't a stop light, Ni%%a it's go time
Tell my momma I'll be rich in no time
Put myself in the spot like show time
All I need is a beat and a bad bitch
From the dirt tryin to go and get cabbage
This is for all my ni%%as thats standin' on the mound with a softball tryin' to get the fast pitch
We been held down, but we ballin'
Sick and tired of being treated like a porcelin
We may let you in our house now
But you still getting treated like an orphan
From the 2-1-9 to B-town
To the 3-1-7 that's Pete's town
I don't show no female care or love
Cuz we just using the girls as a rebound
Til' the day I die I'm a hoosier
Don't give a fuck what you heard
Nobody in Nap can rap, Please..
That's a contradiction like a cool nerd
I know some cats that will rap circles around your city, huhh?
Why the hell you think they call it circle city?
I got your girl wet like a paint job
Been plannin' this like a bank job
They know I'm coming and can't wait
Like a Chris Paul and Blake lob
5 year old brake pads, I'll show you how to grind though
According to Indy, It's about to be our time, hoe
[Chorus]
They sleepin' on us, but we 'bout to wake 'em up though
We gettin' in, kickin' down every shut door
I'm what the games been missin'
I gotta make 'em listen
They thought they'd see us fail
Now look at our position
It's the Beginning, Beginning of the Ind
It's the Beginning, Beginning of the Ind
It's the Beginning, Beginning of the Ind
It's the Beginning, Beginning of the Ind

[Verse 2: Petey]
Flo sick, no cure
Prince of my city, that's for sure
I'm out here tryin' to get that jew money
Make sure my Mom and Sis live in cosure
I, I just wanna be remembered for a bangggger;
So I can ball out the gym, Danny Granger
Naw, I ain't Weezy, but I had to keep 'em waitin'
This ain't the city of bro love
A lot of ni%%as is hatin'
My team, hotter than Satin
Competition ain't nathin'
This ain't no Andrew Luck
My skills stay in the pocket like Peyton. (wooooo)
All I wants a Pacemate
Looks good in tights, cooks great steaks
Keep the fridge full of disenagrates;
And I keep her wet like the Great Lakes. (haaaa)
They sleepin' on us, we don't sleep like insomnia
They say that we ain't shit?
Somebody must have lied to ya
Highly claimed like a prom king;
Make GOOD music like Sean's team
I'm always seen like a high beam
The whole crew full of clowns, Tom Green
All my girls get out, naw mean?
You Fonzi, I'm fonzee
When they talk about who made Indiana better, I better be mentioned with Tom Crean
I don't want much;
Just to keep my name relevant
It's time the world get put on this 3-1-7 shit
Windex and Polish, I can teach you how to shine though
(According to Indy, it's about to be our time, hoe)
[Chorus]

They sleepin' on us, but we 'bout to wake 'em up though
We gettin' in, kickin' down every shut door
I'm what the games been missin'
I gotta make 'em listen
They thought they'd see us fail
Now look at our position

It's the Beginning, Beginning of the Ind
It's the Beginning, Beginning of the Ind
It's the Beginning, Beginning of the Ind
It's the Beginning, Beginning of the Ind