Oh It's That Guy With The Grills

Smoke it by the pound, lit a bud on my green sweater

Used to sound wack, but I really wanna be better

She say she wanna have three letters

But I'm sorry, I be savin' for a real Bella

Third eye open, work hard, stay focused

Fuck a hating locust, always wanna bring us down

Never try to know us

Mighta hurt your feelings that my shit goes global

Respectin' all my women since day one

Only fucked one broad, never forget what her name was

We used to be loud, paranoid about the neighbors

December 31st, that's the night my mama gave birth

Somebody told my mama that this boy full of music

Raised in a third world, that is what my truth is

It's close to the first world, Abu Dhabi '06

Hamdan 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 times spent

Fuckin' hated school, I was always skippin' classes

Ugly little midget, funny accent

Was the type of boy who would never change his password

Love the sound a tape makes when you hit fast forward

See, I always have New Delhi on my passport

Independent artist like a buzz, no cash flow

Fuck CBSE, fuck a classroom school

You hung a blackboard, aiming for the top

So my shit is international, really not a hustler

Smokin' all my stuff, squad all I trust

Laid back rasta, life root masker

Quarter if I ask for drive-thru McDonald's

Sippin' Minute Maid at ADNH

If you live in Abu Dhabi, you will get the last part

Cleanin' out the gym, lookin' swoll, all vascular

5'6" midget, cut me open, find an animal

Last one out the gym 'cause you know I got stamina

Music got me feelin' good, express it to a camera

Workin' on my craft, I would never die an amateur

Know I'm gettin' older, so I really gotta plan it, bruh

Industry full of phony artists, cannot stand it, bruh

Y'all better step it up, my level, you can't match it, bruh

If we ever smoke weed together, I won't pass it back

Can't afford a holiday, be savin' for an acid stamp

Pop it, let my mind see the truth that my glasses can't

Hater catching feelings 'cause you know I can actually rap

Fuck your bitch on the mezzanine floor, massive attack

Doggy stylin' her, then I put it in his mommy mouth

Channel all my love, bottle up, she makin' zombie sounds

Dick is like a smoothie, hurry, get it, bitch, I cut him out

Ain't nobody do her better, mmm, Delhi potty-mouth

Fuck a flow switch, I don't need to prove anything to anybody

Got this Sone ki chaabi, all these rappers getting bodied

I be learnin' from the legends but I'm never gonna copy

Stayin' trill like Rocky, funny sings can't stop me

True to myself, New Delhi, Abu Dhabi, reppin' both my cities

Reppin' both my cities till I R.I.P. like Ali

Need a real bad girl who's addicted to squatting

My only life goal, cop a crib in Manali

Good vibes in the valley, attitude of a lion

Droppin' panties, livin' life alone but I'm happy

Livin' life alone

(Lifting weights, smokin', chillin')

Livin' life alone but I'm happy

Livin' life alone

(Lifting weights, smokin', chillin')

Livin' life alone but I'm happy