Lyrics
Picture me and my family barely made immigration
My grandma five foot on her feet back breaking
Back when it was check to chequings no savings
We could never settle 'cause we knew that we would make it
Now we're making magic in ProdByMrii's basement
Turning Hollywood into the new hill station
Castes, class we don't rock with that
You earn my respect it ain't bought with cash
But it's always get the money Spitty
Grew up on that Jay-Z Fifty
Grew up bumping Biggie so I know the problems coming for me
Let 'em come then
I ain't into running
Right here on my grind hustling
Rolling round the world
Rolling up the herb
Rolling all around and around and around
Rolling round the world
Rolling up the herb
Rolling all around and around and around
Rolling round the world
Rolling up the herb
Rolling all around and around and around
Rolling round the world
Rolling up the herb
Rolling all around and around and around
Rolling all around and around and around
Rolling all around and around and around
Rolling all around and around and around
Rolling all around and around and around and around and
Yo kasa kay, kem cho?
Karu multilingual rap
Aa che Gujarati flex
Baki baddha femcees to lage mane lame bro
Aa baddhi game ho
Hase tara pase fame toh
But you ain't got that aim though
Tu kare vaat moti
Pan tara kaam khoti
Haa to rehvadone rehndo
Che maro slang insane with pen
Stay outta my lane bro
Tu kare gang gang with trends
But you all sound the same lol
We not on the same boat
Na joiye salah tari
Ki ky rite karu mari kalakaari
(Thank you)
Mari kala kalam ane karakaram ne rakhhu hu stir
Mara baddha bharam ane magaj garam ne rakhu hu chill