(Verse 1)
Yeah, from the slums of Mumbai, where the sun burns low , And Here Guns and Knife and Talwar are Used For Fight.
To the streets of Karaikudi, where the traffic flows slow, and The Fight Starts with The Weapon billhook machete.
Now I'm in Dubai, under a golden sky
But the same old hustle, the same sharp eye
They call me a ghost, a myth in the sand
Still got my fingers on the pulse of the land
Used to roll with the Dons, the kings of the coast
Now my name is whispered, from Mumbai to the post
Of every diamond market, every back alley deal
The heat is different, but the struggle's still real.
(Chorus)
From the Gateway of India to the Burj Khalifa's view
The game is the same, just a different crew
From the Marina to the Arabian Sea
You can take the boy out the street, but not the street out of me
They say I've gone legit, a businessman in a suit
But one wrong move and I'll show them the root
Of a gangster's ambition, a will forged in fire
From the concrete jungle to the highest spire.
(Verse 2)
Remember the nights under the monsoon rain
Dodging the cops, numbing the pain
Tamil Nadu's grit, a different kind of fight
Where loyalty's earned, and you earn it with might
Now it's desert nights, and the city's a blaze
But my past ain't buried, just lost in a haze
Of luxury cars and endless supply
Of everything money can possibly buy
But the look in my eyes, it hasn't changed a bit
A predator's stare, a mind that's still lit
With the fire of survival, the hunger to rise
Under the stars of the desert, and these brand new skies.
(Chorus)
From the Gateway of India to the Burj Khalifa's view
The game is the same, just a different crew
From the Marina to the Arabian Sea
You can take the boy out the street, but not the street out of me
They say I've gone legit, a businessman in a suit
But one wrong move and I'll show them the root
Of a gangster's ambition, a will forged in fire
From the concrete jungle to the highest spire.
(Bridge)
They see the gold chains, the watches so bright
They don't see the shadows of a long, dark night
The blood on the pavement, the friends I have lost
They only see the triumph, they don't count the cost
But every step I take, every move I now make
Is a debt to my past, a promise to break
The chains of my history, the weight on my soul
To become the master, to be in control.
(Outro)
Mumbai to Chennai, Chennai to Dubai
Still a gangster, till the day that I die.
Yeah. The streets remember.
You know. From the bottom, to the top.
Still on top.
