Pooja ft. Z.A.K & Jarin Alab Lyrics

I was raised in the Bs

You ain't know you gon' see

Cause I came here to stay

Stop playing with me

I was raised in the Bs

You ain't know you gon' see

Cause I came here to stay

Stop playing with me

Back in my days I ain't take no chances

Police come around I ain't ever put my hands up

Bad friends around me that shit was some cancer

Light on the dark I was looking for a lantern

Uh Yeah Yeah

Did what I did put myself on a mission

Opportunity coming I know I can't miss it

Listen to Spitty he was sharing some wisdom

Brampton on the come up y'all can get with it

Look at my boys how we car the game

You ain't rocking with me get the fuck out my way

Y'all wanna say that you made it but didn't

The difference with me is I'm making a difference

For all of this music I been breaking my neck

So the day that they kill me and lay me to rest

You can say you support since the day that we met

19 with 3 albums where's my fucking respect?

Yaar Adichathu ganja aaru mani

Vidiyathu machi sollu da dai

Big dog up in this bitch

I got a fucking spliff

I hold it like a baby

Anybody thinking that they touching this

Can vaaiya pothu please

(Vaaiya pothu please)

Line em up for me

Spitty machi go brrr on the beat

And you know me I go skrrrt on the beat

Brampton boy I gotta say it proud

Know they hate I gotta say it loud

Lock us out we found a way around

Make 'em pay up now

Machi thamizhan the fuck you playing 'bout

I was raised in the Bs

You ain't know you gon' see

Cause I came here to stay

Stop playing with me

Back in my day we were hopping these fences

Couldn't buy much but was paying attention

Back when my mind was a wreck under tension

Had to hit the bottom to understand blessings

Blessed, blessed

I can't contain my dreams to a desk

Smoke too much sativa to ever be stressed

Got hunger for more I can't settle for less

Back back back back

Back in my day I was working for minimum

Studying synonyms practice delivering

Now every slice from me hot and ready

Used to move chops like I got a machete

Used to be quiet riddled with anxiety

Now I see clear ain't no more denying me

Me 'gainst the world but I'm back with my broskis

We breaking bread burning trees living toasty