[Intro]
What you know 'bout the street?
You go outside
Everyday, you put on your suit and tie and got work
You see this?
These are my world
We outside
DIVINE, what's good?
[Verse 1: DIVINE]
You know we all bosses here
And you work under someone
I got the black truck which comes with a chaueffur
90s born boys, and we sip ‘42
1000cc’s two wheel
I am on full throttle
He’s a killer, the man’s a killer
All my bros wicked
I gave birth
To the gully style
What am i left to prove
I am the lone tiger
And you are a tresspaser
I am like an expected storm
Like the clouds create in july
Younger bro arjun
And big bro is nassir
Shel turned out to be a dracula
You know i had to wrap it up
My bros all strapped
And he knows how to slap it up
Back it up (Back it up)
[Chorus: DIVINE]
Look here comes your abba jaan
Hungry like its ramadan
More work more money
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam
Look here comes your abba jaan
Hungry like its ramadan
More work more money
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Black truck, black wheels, blacked-out tints
They left the block and they ain't gettin' back since
Not me, it's in my DNA
I just got a cracked-out stench
The .45 on live blew the backed-out twins
Yeah, anything that'll get you some spare change
Playin' in the streets though, ain't no such thing as a fair game
All so simple, tell me why can't it be?
Broke niggas out here on the verge of insanity
Know I keep it cool, and I don't ever panic B
Spend a lil' bits, stack the racks for the family
And, even though it's drastic, fam, we still outside though like this a traffic jam
What's up? (What's up?)
[Chorus: DIVINE]
Look here comes your abba jaan
Hungry like its ramadan
More work more money
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam
Look here comes your abba jaan
Hungry like its ramadan
More work more money
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam
[Verse 3: DIVINE]
We are outside
And you’re nowhere to be found
You did drop an album
But its doesnt sell at all
I greet you from afar
We not buddy buddy no more
Everyone wants money
But no one wants to grind
I gotta smash it like Sehwag
And stay for long like Dravid
I got some friends in bad businesses
And they look clean as fuck
Grind it out
This is how life works bro
Everyone’s gotta grind it out
Gotta write about my struggles
And sell it to the world
We sell dreams and pain
My dreams came true
After experiencing the pain
We sell dreams and pain
My dreams came true
After experiencing the pain
[Chorus: DIVINE]
Look here comes your abba jaan
Hungry like its ramadan
More work more money
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam
Look here comes your abba jaan
Hungry like its ramadan
More work more money
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam
Son we outside
Like its a traffic jam