THE PITS (INTRO)

Unh-huh unh-uh
Unh-huh unh-uh
Susta

Ever since I was a youngling
Knew I weren't meant for school
All I wanted is do video
Back then music ain't cool
And if it was
Then I was blind to the social status
But one thing I knew
Being creative
One of my bigger talents

And so we flash forward a couple years
I was in The Pit
Karachi boy, never at home, always with the kids
Kicking about, when I should've gone to my tuition
My father paying mad money so one day I could do shit
I spent my time in a hidden room grinding for grades (grind)
It's where I learned how to bullshit, that's a skill that stayed
Back in the pit, stress is high, never hit a J (never)
Naive as fuck but that shit changed when I moved away

In 2015, age of 18 found myself in the North
To be specific, Kelowna, another K-town for short
And this the same like Karachi, just a killer winter (cold)
But that ain't stop all of the shit that I was getting into (nah)
And I did it all, a lot of shit that I don't care to name (no!)
But some shit I will, like the music, where I got the name (hey)
Susta Susta, the other me got me eyeing fame (woo!)
Yet at the time, my buddy Max was hiding all his pains (my man)
Could've kept an eye on that shit, could've been a better friend
But when he passed I couldn't let him die in vain (no)
I took a year off, contemplated then was back again (I'm back)
My homie karma and I rhyming, we was making jams (jam)
And that shit good while it lasted but God had bigger plans
When Karma stopped, I crossed out a Susta from my name (gone)
Still did more songs with the homies and a bunch with Comish (hey)
And dropped a mixtape, Sustanance, you bet that shit was legit
With 14 tracks, super gas, I was just playing games

In 21, I left Kelowna, needed time to reframe
My perspective, but shit, Vancouver just don't hit the same (it don't)
No more homies, only people trying get ahead (yo)
My work-life balance it suffered, I think it needed meds (it did!)
My routine crashing and buffering, couldn't make amends (nah!)
My parents happy and they pushing me to get ahead (gone)
For life, and if you brown then you know what they meant (huh?)
For the others, they just wanted me to get in bed
But for now, all that talk I'm gonna fucking end (end!)
I need more money, more influence, maybe a bigger benz (hey!)
Need more people, more videos to start bigger trends
'Cause I've been living in these cities, taking lil' pieces with me
For them Pits, all I wanna do is make 'em peng (peng!)
Found my meaning and there ain't none that could be a threat (nah)
For the only cracked-out Paki rapper to run in these ends
Is me
Bitch