PyraHigh - SIXTEEN lyrics

Shuruaat hua nahi toh kya bane huzur?
Likhe nahi zyada toh kaisa ye gurur?
Laaya ek song aur ab lage mujhe ye fitoor
Abhi haters nahi, aage banenge zaroor
Haanth baandh, ab karega kya kaam?
Rassi kholega, kosenge dhaage
Khulega tu saath
Laal daag, ye chot as a paath
Paath ek se shuruaat hui ye kaal
Haanth mein qalam, phoothe the bhadam
Haar - jeet na, kiya wo karam (yeah yeah)
Bol na paaya sach, lage lie maker
Now my mind is evil, Eren Jeager
Comments, yeah next one please
It's been long time no see
Commends, when PH ease
Comin raw, Stein's foresee
Just started, we ain't Louis (no no)
16, starting our Threes
Cave's stressed, flood's talent
Leavin a hole, like in Belize
Shuruaat se laga
(shuruaat se laga) music se raabta
Ab lage yehi raasta
Raaz tha, batane ko dil ab ye maanta
Imaan tha, par khud ko kaise main naapta
Logon se matlab nahi, kitne ye faces hain
Kitne chupate, inke kitne ye phases hain
Jitne choo paate, usse upar ye stages hain
Kitne bhatakte, jaise Dafeng ke mazes hain

Squeezing the trigger and you
Do not have options
Blindly handcuffed a homeless adopt son
Mitchel wickets are broken I
Bowl like Johnson
Drippin red from the body a chocolate bourbon
We blind, givin' pac on the head
Take an ms, you be dead
Imma Soft in person, no risk
Just tighten up your belt
Holdin pen, a smooth criminal
You gotta be aftraid
Pushing the limit's, when I'm in the zone
Working all hard, feels like her moan
Contacts saved 5, flight on phone
No betrayals now, I'm the pipepiper
2020 passed and rats have been gone
Aana mere paas, jab ho jaaunga famous
Hazaar saal lage ab, I'm getting lamer
Kalpana ki baate, I just killed you
Kalpana maanga rab se, cuz I just killed you

Bars hmare kadak baaki sab ke bekaar
Shoot my shot lagu mai toh neymar
Mai sunta rahman jab saath mere AR
Rhymes mei advise lage hm HR
Mai hi tera future mai hi tera past
Mai hi tera astitva mai hi tera naash
Life aek jua khele hm taash
I hit the bull's eye gimme a dart
Comin for you next gimme a shopping cart
I'll throw the dart and hit your heart
Tatpurush, giving all my focus
To the end word
I am like a locus aur kru tujhe end ab
Why the white chicks are calling
With a N word my pen works
I am lyrically hard and giving
It a heard work ten words
Career hua start and this is
How the bread works