False Prophets

Been on a roll
Been on a roll

Aankh khuli to dekha jo khuwab
Woh bangya tha asliyat ab (For Real)
Now you see me go (Yeah, yeah)
Now you see me go (You see me go)
240 on Sheikh Zayed Road
Yaar hype karein tere bhai ko
Like I’m Pac or something
Mujh pe yeh saaray nashay be asar the
Khuda mujh gunahgaar pe kitna meharbaan
Sar jhuk jata hai yeh sharam se
Ab jo zindagi mein basar karta hun
Iske give and takes ab tak nahin samjha mein
Rab ke bande saath chalein mere
La shareek hun Rab ka aik banda mein
Yeh kandha ab bojh utha le do gharon ka
Shukar guzar hun baron ka
Maa ne har khuwahish ki poori
Har khuwahish uski poori hoti ab fata-fat
TY ke balenciaga chaka-chak
Henny kheenchein mere boys ghata-ghat
Nootu chhaape pura gang daba-dab
Models trynna have sex ghapa-ghap
Suni hai boht conscious shit from people
That just went commercial
Izzat dene se milti hai magar sariye ghuse inki Kamar mein
Mere lund se
Yeh False Prophets mere lund se
Rehna chahta hun door is ghamand se
Yeh rang badalte inka koi Qibla hi nai hai
Yeh noto’n ki taraf ab auto pe chalte
Jo alfaz ada apne honto se karte
Woh dilon mein nai to phir kahay ki bharkein?
Yeh dil ab bhi dharke
Yeh hath bhi likh-likh ke pannay jo bharde
Chori kasar nahin
Kholein yeh parde
Dard rahay be hisab jo kabhi sunaaye nahin
Dedi chupanay ko tarjeeh
I can not diss them just because
What they did was a disappointment (No, no)
Legacy over everything
I think twice sochi samjhi choices (That’s fact)
They wanna see me fall shoot me in the head
That’s where the noise is (That’s where the noise is)
Phir bhi mein sada abaad tere shor sharabay mein dabay nah voice yeh

‘Cause you’re a False Prophet
False Prophet
False Prophet
False Prophet
Jhoot ke peir nahin hotay
Tum apne lagte toh ghair nahin hotey
Bante ujala andheir nahin hutey
So fuck what you said
Mere liye tum sab ke sab
False prophet
False Prophet
False Prophet
False Prophet
Jhoot ke peir nahin hotay
Tum apne lagte toh ghair nahin hotey
Bante ujaala andheir nahin hutey
So fuck what you said you’re a False Prophet

Dard likhaayi mein jese qalam ke zakham nahin bharay bad-e-azz jung
Ab aashnaayi hai is inteshar se saans sakoon ka mila kab
Static mein jagah se hila kab
We at it like addicts
Hum yaaron ki back pe like Adlibs
Woh jaante already
I don’t have to tell this
Meri rap shit
Do you see how I sell this
Jese yeh cocaine
Jese I’m ride dealing the dope king
Jese sang dil I feel no pain
Sirf aik raat cause I’m not stayin’
We were good kids I miss those days
Ab woh kheenche till I see her nose bleeds
Jaanti Industry Kon Pusha T
Who’s pushing P’s
I ain’t no saint
Boy tera street
Inko yeh smoke kabhi chahiye hi nai thi
Hip Hop ko wapis mein deta woh alag
Jo han ke baatein unki leta woh alag
I only call them when the call is to shut up
Aur Khuda ne dia hai mujhe yeh sharf
Iss martabay tak anay main they das baras
Mujhe to jahazon se dikhti nahin sarhad
Mein city to city, Har sheher ko talab
Ghar mein nahin studio
Studio bangaya ghar ab
Tumhe mili thi takat jab ikhteyar ki
Toh tumne to kabi ni socha tha auron ka
Good morals ke yeh lessons toh chhoro ab

False Prophet
False Prophet
False Prophet
False Prophet
Jhoot ke peir nahin hotay
Tum apne lagte toh ghair nahin hotey
Bante ujala andheir nahin hutey
So fuck what you said
Mere liye tum sab ke sab
False prophet
False Prophet
False Prophet
False Prophet
Jhoot ke peir nahin hotay
Tum apne lagte toh ghair nahin hotey
Bante ujaala andheir nahin hutey
So fuck what you said you’re a False Prophet