[Verse: Keith Phelps]
If I never make headlines, I’m still a star
And if I never make the front page, I'm still a star
And after lookin’ on the bright side of things so far
If I never get payed, I'm still a star

If I never come through the aux cord in your car
Or make the list where your favorite rappers and vocalists are
If I never get a show for all the city to see
Or if they never play me on Hot 96.3

Nope
I'm never a loser
Marion county birth certificate, I’m a Hoosier
The silence in the city prompted all the maneuvers
Finna blast it in the streets till it backs up the sewers like human manure

Whatever your dreams and goals, make sure you pursue
College kids from Ball State all the way to Purdue
Whoever looks at you with doubt, make sure they know who you are
Look them in the eyes and let them know that

[Chorus: Keith Phelps]
You an Indianapolis star
You an Indianapolis star
Okay, big shout out to my IPS kids
Washington Township and all the Pike kids
Mexicans, black folk, and all the white kids
We all from the Nap, yes sir, we all is
[Verse: Q. Jones]
From a nappy haven west of middle
You mean midwest? It matters a little
To cross roads and train
To entertain or mundane

The culture’s alive, a creativity hive
More love in our expression than the words that’s inside
I couldn’t be me without Indy
All the values instilled in me -
Hospitality, respect, and manners to good effect
It ain’t the south, or the east, or the west, but it’s America
It’s somethin’ special and it’s not all numerical
Nap’s on the map
And this ain’t a parable
If ever you came from there there’s none comparable
I wouldn’t trade my hometown for anything that’s wearable
It made me who I am and sometimes I’m unbearable
But I’ve got love for my heart
And of my heart is what’s shareable
‘Cause any other place as I-N-D is unrepairable
My love for my home can be seen from afar
So whenever I come home I tell ‘em...

[Chorus: Q. Jones]
You an Indianapolis star
You an Indianapolis star
Okay, big shout out to my IPS kids
Washington Township and all the Pike kids
Mexicans, black folk, and all the white kids
We all from the Nap, yes sir, we all is
[Verse: Brandon Joyner]
Wavy, wavy, wavy, we got waves
(Uh)
We got metaphors, wordplay
And similes

Addressin’ the “friendemies” like they friends of me
I think they into me
Kinda sad to see ...

That people flock when they smell success
Positive vibes all around I don't waste breath

So take a step
And watch the world spin
As you fall in the inception

Let the story begin! (ah!)

Live from Robertson
The prophet's kin

Illegitimacy and hurt
Couldn't stop the kin
From making differences
No please come on in
I invite you to the villiage that changed lots a men

Artistic
Wit the way that we flip it , and
I ain't kiddin (uh)


Here's to all the blind folks who doubted the vision

Whoooo haaaa!

I needa WHOOOO sah

Nah scratch that

I swear we fluid wit that hard knock
Roc nation

Did it all in a basement
Cheers to the placements !

Diligent
Militant
Visionist

Our colors making them reminisce
Back when times condoned the vision, man
We illusionists

Make them homies see what had could’ve been
If they stayed legit

Now the midwest spreading the truth
I know you feelin it

Feelin us
Feel the message we discussed.,

This is from the heart
From a fellow Indianapolis Star

[Hook: Brandon Joyner]
(Uh, uh!) You a' Indianapolis star
(Uh, uh!) and everybody say, big shouts out to my IPS kids
Washington Township and all the Pike kids
Mexicans, black folks, and all the white kids
We all from the Nap, yes sir, we all is