Way Up
Yaha sabka rakhu hisaab
Adhura chute na glass
Subah utha fira dimaag
Poora ab ghooma mijaz
Pehle jese raha ni haal
Pehle jese hoti ni baat
Pehle jese hai ni vichaar
Yatra upar ki, uda vimaan
Nazar bhi Upar
Saath Ubharta khwaab
Daali hai jaan, poori hai taakat
Way up, taane bahaano se
Way up, Cater no hater, Wo bebas
Idhar tera chale na Paitra
Way up, Jo karte judge, Unse way up
Jinko hai doubt, Unke face par
Deta me check, bolu shehmaat, Straight UP
Tera idhar chale na Paitra, beth ja
Amped up field me, art ke saath hu Lampard
Catch up na karna paaye
Yeh amateur, phone se tipni deke bante gangsters
Inke kam hai chances, usse toh zyada hai tantrums
Pussy rappers karte act up
Likhaayi feeki likhte captions, thasse me kabse, inka hai bad luck
Time's up, ab kam
Stucked with my thoughts
Pehle sochta tha Bahut
Ki sochta kya sochre log
Kosta khudko fir hosh na close tabh
Mila doze ek close up
Dikhe phony posers, No hocus pocus
Maarta bogus, Concept simple on some loco shit
Maskam, Thodi hui bt kam
Curry jese I keep it up
You can't fuck with my vision
Lino ke saath no point
They Missin division(the vision)
Jada pasand ni mere
Mujhe peeche shabd, khodi sharam yeh
Kasam se, here to fuck shit up
Flow bhi butter, kadar kar
This not easy bud, Me Le aata in players ko line me
Jese pt sir
Me ni sochta kya sochra samaj
Hai bhi yaha bahut jo karte hai sawal
Shraddha atoot Shuruwat se samaapt
Sambhaal lu tabtak yeh haalat
Khud ki galti pe mangta me shama
Kabhi Aayi ni paristithi
Jisse me muda, Kabhi ni ruka
Di tujhe thaali, wahi tune thuka
Dekh kese reh gaya tu bhuka ab
Jugaad se koi pochta ni Mukam
Dost ek khelta hai jua
Uski peso ki keemat, jese gairo ki niyat
Nirbhar jesa anumaan, Uh uh
Me Hu nauvi si anamoly
Born in navami, later lord to be
Just know don't fuck with me
Jon snow rep north, Jago sab jo sore
Zabardast nap leli, Ab tumne
Jagah do bas inhe
Hai Khatam sapna, Jala dost toh kya hi fir
Wo apna, Kya hi fir matlab
Jaane tu mujhe, Par kya jaane jisse me guzra
Saamne kabhi jhuka gira ni
Faasle naape rakha gile nahi
Gine chune yaar dost saath
Saapo ke upar pheku guillotine
Guilt dabi healing tabhi sahi
Gimmick nahi real rap shit
Giving up not an option, Gaaye gaane aur
Tode bhi gaande kayi
Likhdu yeh verse fir bhi na khush
Rehta dhun me ghum me hu mukt
Jab aaye Tutan utaare mukuht
Life nahi black and white, Pukamp
Side ho agar chahiye
Na koi smoke
Siyahi jab phele karde maddhosh
Chaapna paper, baate straight up
Wait till I'm worth, Wait till I'm
Adhura chute na glass
Subah utha fira dimaag
Poora ab ghooma mijaz
Pehle jese raha ni haal
Pehle jese hoti ni baat
Pehle jese hai ni vichaar
Yatra upar ki, uda vimaan
Nazar bhi Upar
Saath Ubharta khwaab
Daali hai jaan, poori hai taakat
Way up, taane bahaano se
Way up, Cater no hater, Wo bebas
Idhar tera chale na Paitra
Way up, Jo karte judge, Unse way up
Jinko hai doubt, Unke face par
Deta me check, bolu shehmaat, Straight UP
Tera idhar chale na Paitra, beth ja
Amped up field me, art ke saath hu Lampard
Catch up na karna paaye
Yeh amateur, phone se tipni deke bante gangsters
Inke kam hai chances, usse toh zyada hai tantrums
Pussy rappers karte act up
Likhaayi feeki likhte captions, thasse me kabse, inka hai bad luck
Time's up, ab kam
Stucked with my thoughts
Pehle sochta tha Bahut
Ki sochta kya sochre log
Kosta khudko fir hosh na close tabh
Mila doze ek close up
Dikhe phony posers, No hocus pocus
Maarta bogus, Concept simple on some loco shit
Maskam, Thodi hui bt kam
Curry jese I keep it up
You can't fuck with my vision
Lino ke saath no point
They Missin division(the vision)
Jada pasand ni mere
Mujhe peeche shabd, khodi sharam yeh
Kasam se, here to fuck shit up
Flow bhi butter, kadar kar
This not easy bud, Me Le aata in players ko line me
Jese pt sir
Me ni sochta kya sochra samaj
Hai bhi yaha bahut jo karte hai sawal
Shraddha atoot Shuruwat se samaapt
Sambhaal lu tabtak yeh haalat
Khud ki galti pe mangta me shama
Kabhi Aayi ni paristithi
Jisse me muda, Kabhi ni ruka
Di tujhe thaali, wahi tune thuka
Dekh kese reh gaya tu bhuka ab
Jugaad se koi pochta ni Mukam
Dost ek khelta hai jua
Uski peso ki keemat, jese gairo ki niyat
Nirbhar jesa anumaan, Uh uh
Me Hu nauvi si anamoly
Born in navami, later lord to be
Just know don't fuck with me
Jon snow rep north, Jago sab jo sore
Zabardast nap leli, Ab tumne
Jagah do bas inhe
Hai Khatam sapna, Jala dost toh kya hi fir
Wo apna, Kya hi fir matlab
Jaane tu mujhe, Par kya jaane jisse me guzra
Saamne kabhi jhuka gira ni
Faasle naape rakha gile nahi
Gine chune yaar dost saath
Saapo ke upar pheku guillotine
Guilt dabi healing tabhi sahi
Gimmick nahi real rap shit
Giving up not an option, Gaaye gaane aur
Tode bhi gaande kayi
Likhdu yeh verse fir bhi na khush
Rehta dhun me ghum me hu mukt
Jab aaye Tutan utaare mukuht
Life nahi black and white, Pukamp
Side ho agar chahiye
Na koi smoke
Siyahi jab phele karde maddhosh
Chaapna paper, baate straight up
Wait till I'm worth, Wait till I'm
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