I love it when they big mad Talkin' shit on Instagram They don't know I'm woke I guess they really think I'm ignorant
That's why y'all still middle man While I boss up and make them bands Tryin' to put a wall between us... Pakistan
Culture vulture Dot head eating samosas Too brown for the label Too privileged for the co-sign Kohinoor stolen, crown jewel of the ocean But no country for women I don't fit in either quotient
Tryna rep my people but they say I'm not they leader NRI up in the bleachers Feed off what y'all eatin Sorry that my sari ain't Indian enough And America don't love me cuz i'm Indian as fuck
Do you know even know who you are? Tell me what are you made of What you afraid of? Hater Cuz I let you tear me apart Show you what I am made of Is this what you're afraid of? Hater
Seen em on the comments I ain't brown enough to comment Guess i gotta get a tan so i can rep a country That gave my daddy options
I don't rep y'all for the concept Don't live here for the content Tryna pillage off your struggle Took me out of context
Bindi on your third eye but your third eye closed Got you on my back while you slit my throat When I land here they tell me go home Now you ain't gotta love me But it's still my throne
Tryna rep my people but they say I'm not their leader NRI up in the bleachers Feed off what y'all eatin Sorry that my sari ain't Indian enough And America don't love me cuz i'm Indian as fuck
Do you know even know who you are? Tell me what are you made of What you afraid of hater Cuz I let you tear me apart Show you what I am made of Is this what you're afraid of? Hater
Bindi on your third eye but your third eye closed (Dha, dhinak, dhin-na) (Dha, dhinak, dhin-na) (Dha, dha, dha, dha, dha, dha, dhin-na, dhin-na) Got you on my back while you slit my throat (Dha, dhinak, dhin-na) (Dha, dhinak, dhin-na) You ain't gotta love me but it's still my throne
Compositores: Robin Morris Tadross (Rob Knox), Svetha Yallapragada Rao (Raja Kumari), Sara Elizabeth Mitchell (Sirah) ECAD: Obra #25559256