[Verse 1]
Fire Fire Fire, Is What I’ve Brought To The Game
Dollar Dollar Dollar Son Is What I Got To The Game
Made A Big Name In This Game
Never Got Any Rest, That’s Why This Diamond Rests In My Chain
Wrote In The Street, Now I’m Writing In These Planes
This My Real Life, Son, Ain’t No Entertainment
Wrote My Name In History By Giving You Classics
The Gully Boy Went And Gave Yall 5x Plat
Came From The Back Then Gave It To Your Face
Like Sachin’s Bat, Gave Bombay Its Name
When I Was Locked In The Studio, Opened Up Evеrything
If I Took 2 From Him, Gave 10 Back Like It Ain’t A Thing
He Took 10 From Mе Then Bit Me Like A Snake
Rolled Up Some Kush For Them, Smoked It All Away
Up On Cloud No. 9 Is Where I Put The Game
Quality Tracks Are What I Used To Make It Rain
We Keep Our Thoughts Second, First Is Our Dreams
My Pen Makes A Bar Fest, This Is Pentecost To Me
If You Know You’ve Won, Put Your Hand Up And See
A Salute From The Heart If You’ve Been Standing With Me
The Water Was Deep, But They Were Standing With Me
God Told Me, Divine, You See That Water, Walk On It
In That Yeezus Mode
In That Nas Mode
In That No-one’s-better-than-your-blood Mode
You’re Nothing But Crap, I’m In Flush Mode
Learnt Everything On The Road, I Was So-so In The Boards
[Verse 2]
Everything With Force
DIVINE is In His Zone
Gully Gully Gang
And Bombay’s My Home
Now Every Kid’s Rapping On The Corner Of Every Street
When Every Dream Comes True, That’s When It’s Fun To Sleep
Every Time It's A Classic, Every Word Is An Ember
They Don’t Got No Chest, So They Keep Saying It, Don’t Remember
We Gonna Open It Like It’s All A Game
You Look Good On The Outside, All Thanks To Your Logo Game
I Keep Four With Me Like It’s A 2-2 Game
You And Your Homies, Son, It’s Both Your Game
Went From Having Coins To Really Bringing The Change
Keep Your Fame
You And I Ain’t The Same
This A Captain’s Innings, It’s That Kohli Type Shot
This That Come Right Outside Your House, Rangoli Type Shot
Konkani, Dangerous, Kohli Type Shot
Stand Up, Burn It All, Modi Type Shot
Since 16 I’ve been a killer, since 16 I’ve been hot
The most dangerous coats, like the tailor’s my pops

[Verse 3]
Edited My Image And Made A Meme Out Of It
Your Man Put In The Work, Fulfilled His Dreams Out Of It
Movies and the streets, I made them the scene
Took my own time, dropped the biggest track ever seen
I saw teachers after thugs
I saw tiffin boxes after drugs
I’m only 29 but it seems like I’ve seen it all
In relationships I’ve seen less love, more distrust
For these riches there was more hard work, little luck
Tightest of circles, and a circle’s the amount I give a fuck
Yeah we get high, that’s why I don’t
No, no, life’s a circus
Crazy Cuz Even 6-9 Gets Views
Position Missionary When I Get In Front Of You
Like The Bank Is My Home, Got Those Stacks That I Own
My Album’s On That License Cuz It’s Maths That I Know
When The Dollar’s Involved, I Make Cents/Sense Of It Better
It’s Crazy When Pay And Your Passion Goes Together
If Your Passion Don’t Pay, Your Passion Don’t Get Any Better
You’re Independent Only In Your Entertainment
I Be Independent On Every Street’s Pavement
Thanks To Your Daddy’s Payment, You’ve Come With Your Lame Men
See eye to eye sometime with the real men
I’ll keep grinding with the help of these 6 men
And still we keep risking it
When there’s a shooting star, we still wish on it
Took wisdom from granny, yeah I’m still missing her
Look at the sky, and still I be kissing it
(Yeah)
[Outro]
My pen unites both Hindus and Muslims
My verse is in Hindi, but it shakes even Punjab up
From my wings to my head
From my head to my feet
Everything is proper
I’m in Album mode
Stunnah be with me
Mumbai city, 2020
You’ll remember your granny