Banda
Had to go through some shit and become a banda (man)
But shit don't phase me, my heart is tanda (cold)
Junkies love how I'm mixing the chamcha (spoon)
She hide me from her ammi (mother) she think I'm ganda (bad)
Mans don't want panga (problems)
If I go out without my gun I feel nanga (naked)
Dil che tand laggi (heart turned cold)
So it's bout to get real ugly
I don't give a single fuck bout that kuthi bitch
They gon say that it's all luck when I'm filthy rich
I would've got away so neat if it wasn't for the snitch
I don't know why he crying when all he got was like a 1-2 stitch
I'm tryna get it in
But these haters praying that I go to the bin
So i don't tell 'em about my wins
And I pray to Allah to forgive my sins
Raise my hands make dua (prayer)
For everything that I do Astaghfurillah (god forgive me)
I don't give a single fuck about the law
Don't respect no police cuz the shit that I saw
Had to go through some shit and become a banda (man)
But shit don't phase me, my heart is tanda (cold)
Junkies love how I'm mixing the chamcha (spoon)
She hide me from her ammi (mother) she think I'm ganda (bad)
Mans don't want panga (problems)
If I go out without my gun I feel nanga (naked)
Dil che tand laggi (heart turned cold)
So it's bout to get real ugly
I don't give a single fuck bout that kuthi bitch
They gon say that it's all luck when I'm filthy rich
I would've got away so neat if it wasn't for the snitch
I don't know why he crying when all he got was like a 1-2 stitch