Pride (feat. Naxir & Shreyas)
I make her dance for this God like an apsara
Life and death, out of the circle, I
Sit on the box of the bodies with no pride
Snow in my both eyes
I been real for the whole time
Took a piss in the gold mine
Been like this my whole life
Looking for help with a closed mind, no lie!
I couldn't find sleep
You couldn't find me
Young boy on his own
Like, "You just can't buy me!"
10 Years in the making
For this day to take shape
Silver spoon's mayday
Bitch, fuck Ukulele!
Swerve onto my escape
Would you let me explain?
I done said e'rything to say
Your god up there, my God in Pune!
It is too much pain
Is it too much strength?
In my daylight show me my way
'Cause the dark is, but my friend
In my bad nights hold onto my hand
Am I too much to stand?
Pride ain't enough for me
Give me the money, these eyes ain't enough for me
Death's a game, where the wrong is the right homie
I don't fear losing, put a price on me
Hot as summer, I let it rain
Mentally superior, you think I'm insane homie?
Nah, what you think I done did it
You find what you have
I have what I've hidden
My past in the past, gold chains
My presence in the future
O'Shea, my eyes to lenses
Kobe, my shots in the hoop
Young Rozay! Music mogul
Count the views to a total
Found you amused? It's a show fool
I get a show full before I get soulful
God on the stage, dressed like Jeff Goldblum
Money's a massacre, sacrifice galore
E'rybody a passenger, more or less, less or more
So I stand asking, what happened to the wars?
Whose scars didn't show!
Life and death, out of the circle, I
Sit on the box of the bodies with no pride
Snow in my both eyes
I been real for the whole time
Took a piss in the gold mine
Been like this my whole life
Looking for help with a closed mind, no lie!
I couldn't find sleep
You couldn't find me
Young boy on his own
Like, "You just can't buy me!"
10 Years in the making
For this day to take shape
Silver spoon's mayday
Bitch, fuck Ukulele!
Swerve onto my escape
Would you let me explain?
I done said e'rything to say
Your god up there, my God in Pune!
It is too much pain
Is it too much strength?
In my daylight show me my way
'Cause the dark is, but my friend
In my bad nights hold onto my hand
Am I too much to stand?
Pride ain't enough for me
Give me the money, these eyes ain't enough for me
Death's a game, where the wrong is the right homie
I don't fear losing, put a price on me
Hot as summer, I let it rain
Mentally superior, you think I'm insane homie?
Nah, what you think I done did it
You find what you have
I have what I've hidden
My past in the past, gold chains
My presence in the future
O'Shea, my eyes to lenses
Kobe, my shots in the hoop
Young Rozay! Music mogul
Count the views to a total
Found you amused? It's a show fool
I get a show full before I get soulful
God on the stage, dressed like Jeff Goldblum
Money's a massacre, sacrifice galore
E'rybody a passenger, more or less, less or more
So I stand asking, what happened to the wars?
Whose scars didn't show!
Credits
Writer(s): Akshay Poojary
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