Every day, we grind our way
Every day, we play our game
We can say that our blood is our heart
No checkmate, because our blood is still left
Every day, we grind our way
Every day, we play our game
We can say that our blood is our heart
No checkmate, because our blood is still left
This season, the competitors are in the rap game
They are famous for their rap
Scene is made of food, memes are made of words
But my rappers are the same as before
I rap but my pockets are black
I struggle and say Mahadev with a soft heart
All the boys on the drive are my homies
We love with all our hearts,
all my brothers and sisters
Hip Hop, my boys are on top
We are the type of boys who flex and clap
But the rappers and newbies are all very hard Now this season,
my boys are doing this
We are preparing for the pop-up line
And their line is like the Ambani bus
They are so dangerous in their songs Like a catwalk,
they do the pass and show
I am an artist who kills with a feel I
take out all the losers from the gang
I am such a fool,
I take your trust and bury it I am the
only one who thinks of getting into rap
Every day,
we grind our way Every day,
we play our game
We can say that our blood is our heart No checkmate,
because our blood is still left
Every day,
we grind our way Every day,
we play our game
We can say that our blood is our heart No checkmate,
because our blood is still left
I rap in Hip Hop life I keep a gap with those who don't like rap
I don't think about anyone,
I keep my focus I am that
I don't argue with the f**kwall and b**gs They are not smart,
they show their smartness
We learn,
we keep it in our hearts Yes,
I talk like this,
people say Mahatma
I buy Gandhi's Swakhil,
Asma,
Jumdak Bhai From 7-9 to the beginning
I throw words and finish the gang We keep our loyalty as a loyal man
We keep the traitor at a distance First,
the name of God,
then the other work
I take their blessings,
because it is the most important
I am a devotee of Hanuman,
I keep my chest open I keep their blessings on my head
I sit like a crown,
then the people who want to leave hear me
The sound of YouTube, man
When I used to record,
I used to scream,
that scream,
don't scream
Don't write rap,
read and do homework
I remember everything,
how I used to write it secretly
Then I used to say,
brother,
look,
papa,
he is writing rap again
We used to stand in front of the mirror and do it
We used to split on acting,
Badshah,
Honey Singh's verses
My friends' joint,
burnt,
burnt,
three of them' s
F**k, hate, blink, s, huh
We used to show on the market's forum,
breathe, smoke
Bad things, bad things, every man knows
Yes, the one who knows, he is free
Yes,
if you have money in one hand,
then you have money in one hand
If someone says too much,
then pull his skin,
bro
Everyday,
it's a game here,
we can say that,
that the blood has taken its heart
No checkmate,
because the king is still left Everyday,
the grind is still going here
Everyday, it's a game here,
we can say that,
that the blood has taken its heart
No checkmate, because the king is still left