Yeah yeah yeah...

Alright alright

Its the youngin...

With Bluess daii

I rise from the underground

Get my shit heard everywhere

Like a worldwide thundersound

You know what it is

Pull up to the stew like a family cookout

Nepali slang up in this bitch like its ukhhan tukka

Don't flex around here expose your fake asses huncha bastra lootpat

See how i change the game can't play like me you're just a dudh bhaat

Its the youngin man, school trip jastai I be tryna

Get the bag, never go old with the flow like peter pan

Houdini jhai escape the matrix

Back with backflips like jackie chan

Rap for culture, Packing the mac in the back of ac like I'm Marshall

Hoppin on the tracks like I parkour

Imma take you back to the bronx how i rumble

Bitch !

Bring that heavy shit back like a bhariya, its the

Dirty youngin on the streets

No nagarpalika, yi rappers haru farzi ma hadapxu jastai akhtiyar, still they sleepin on me i feel like a fucking takiya

This the underground but I'm back from the dead, they say that Lifes a bitch and she be givin me head

You rappers look like clowns the nozzle boutta

Make your nose turn red, Youngin in the booth with blues better show some respect !

Recognize the fakers they be

Yappin like they sherey, kalama artha xaina yaha

Bhau khojney haru dherai, make your ego dissapear like you're haskhya medicated Imma define the culture for my vatos like an ese

Keep the money strong like my chappal man I'm all bout that hattichap, local motherfucker rappers better call me daddy now, hunger for the crown, haters tryne pull me down But I'm

Winking at these bitches permanently like I'm fetty wap

Dirty paper dirty government they don't care bout us

Dreams getting killed and the youth get fooled everyday of the month

Man of the fam in the jail tryna put food on the table tryna sell the Stuff

Stories we don't tell, when

We write the verse, thats the reason I spit raps tryna make it worth

Walk through the narrow streets my

Heart where the Valley beats

Its the gorkhali ragat Imma

Rep the camaraderie, theres nowhere i rather be, the struggle is real, and it's a part of me, Ain't no poppin pills for the artistry

Thats dumb, we

Square up with the opps fuck a gun, you hatin on a playa can't stand the way I run, Same kid out the block, break the rules like the braces forrest gump