Oh It's That Guy with the Grills

Smoking it by the pound, little bud in my green sweater
Used to sound wack, but I really wanna be better
She say’s she wants to have three letters… but I’m sorry, I’ve been saving for
a real bella
Third eye open, work hard stay focused, fuck a hating locust
Always tryna bring us down, never try to know us
About to hurt your feelings, as my shit goes global…
Respecting all my woman since day 1, only fucked one broad, never forget what
her name was.
We used to be so loud, paranoid about the neighbours
December 31st, is the night my mamma gave birth
Somebody told my momma that this boy is full of music
Raised in the third world, that is what my truth is
Exposed to the first world, Abu dhabi'06, Camden street. Used to walk it in my
loafers
Everything plastic, Mall full of posers
Stuck in a room, writing songs fuck homework
30gb iPod classic, sum 41. Kfc where the time spent
Fucking hated school, I was always skipping classes
Ugly little midget funny accent, was the type of boy who’d never change his
password, love the sound that tape makes when you hit fast forward
See ill always have New Delhi on my passport
Independent artist, lack a buzz. no cash flow
Fuck CBSE, fuck a classroom, school you on the blackboard
Aiming for the tops, all my shit is international
Really not a hustler, smoking on musta
Squad is all I trust. ah!
Laid back rasta
Life loop nascar
Court her in her ass fat
Drive thru Mc Donald’s, sipping minute maid at adnoc
If you’ve lived in Abu Dhabi, you’ll get the last part
Training at the gym… looking swole, all vascular
5'6 midget cut me open. Find an animal
Last one at the gym, cause you know I got stamina
Music got me feeling good, express it through a camera
Working on my craft, I would never die an amateur
I know I’m getting older, so I really gotta plan it brah!
The industry full of phony artist, cannot stand it brah!
Y’all better step it up, my level. You can’t match it brah!
If we ever smoked weed together, I won’t pass it back!
Can’t afford a holiday, been saving for an acid stamp
Pop it, let my mind see the truth. That my glasses can’t
Haters catching feelings, cuz you know I can actually rap
Fuck your bitch on the mezzanine floor-massive attack
Doggy styling her then I put it in his Mommy’s mouth
Channel all my love bottled up, now she making zombie sounds
Dick is like kasuti herb, it gave this bitch a cotton mouth
Ain’t nobody do it better, New Delhi potty mouth
Fuck a slow switch, I don’t need to prove anything to anybody
Got the sonay ki chabhi, all these rappers getting bodied
I’ve been learning from the legends, but I’m not never gonna copy
Stay trill like rocky, funny singhs can’t stop me
Stay true to myself
New Delhi — Abu Dhabi
Reppin both my cities till I’m R.I.P like Ali
Need a real bad girl, who’s addicted to squatting
My only life goal — cop a crib in manual-good vibes in the valley
Attitude of a lion, dropping panties
Living life alone but I’m happy
Living life alone- lifting weights- smoking- chilling
Living life alone but I’m happy