From the Joe town streets, where we rock on every block Where the struggle is real and the nights are long and dark 816, the place that made me who I am A product of staying alive and so damn true Chorus In the 816, we hustle every day Gotta stay on our grind, no time to play From the streets to the stage, we make it our own Representing Joe town, where we call it home Verse From the block to the studio, I pay my fucking dues Spitting rhymes about the struggle and the fucking blues MC Dowell, the name that rings in every hood I'm here to tell my story, like an open book Chorus In the 816, we hustle every day Gotta stay on our grind, no time to play From the streets to the stage, we make it our own Representing Joe town, where we call it home Bridge Through the ups and downs, we rise above In the 816, we never give up No matter the obstacles, we keep pushing through Because in Joe town, there's a fire that burns true And imma bounce on your block with a motherfucking Glock Chorus In the 816, we hustle every day Gotta stay on our grind, no time to play From the streets to the stage, we make it our own Representing the Midwest, where we call it home