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Verse 1: DrAssenator
Rapgame ka aflatoon, on the mic
Attitude mera jaisey kabhi gaya ni main school
So, tell your whole damn crew to not to fuck with me
I trigger bars and hit the chest like Taliban with AK
Ali –one- hunnid, baki- saray -rapper fake eh’
So, tell’ my father I don’t wanna goto school
I wanna kill beats, burst rappers and make records
Yeah I make records /
You can call your home and ask your bitch bout’ it
20-6-teen, hip-hop king, yeah I’m bout’ it
I’ve-made-it- in-my –city, I’m Kaaim forever
Where the hell you niggas at?
All I see is myself, no comparison and no competetion
Rappers gon’ mainstream with beats you can only shake your booty on
*laughs* (whispering in backround)
(Hook)
I’m in the studio twenty fo’ seven grindin’
I don’t fuck with no fake niggas, no drug dealers
Tryna’ shinin’ I’m the only hunnid-rap-boy!
Verse 2: DrAssenator
Started from bottom, Abh bhai ki girlfriend bi doctor ki fan hai
Tu yaqeen’ kar mera pechla gaana’ uski playlist main para repeat par hai
I’m the seventh-best-Pakistani rapper in da game
Aur’ tu para abhi street par hai
I was on my grind, when you were fuckin’ bitches
Now you feel the change, tabdeeli aa nahi rahi
Boy, agai hai meri new mixtape ke sath
Jo boht saray rappers ke albums sy behtar hai
Don’t compare me with these trap niggas
I’m an oldschool heavy hitter
I rap likea pyrex, set booths on fire
Reasonable doubt, these rappers can’t stand me
They might hate on my record but they play my shit , daily
Might hate on my record but they play my shit daily!
49600 GODS!
(Hook)
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