hood journey

[Intro] Turn the fucking bass up for this hood journey. Zia stepped from IT school tech to street dirt. From fixing motherboards to midnight racing madness. Watch Zia rise on the straight track now. [Verse 1 – Drill – Urdu] School IT desk pe baitha Zia harami, Cables theek kare, par dimag mein tabaahi. Consultant ka kaam choda, nikla raat ko bahar, Fast and Furious ban ke daudai car. Twin turbo gadi bhagai, full on speed, Kutte feds piche pade for the dirty deed. Midnight street pe Zia drifting like crazy, Tyre ka dhuan, vision pura hazy. Nitrous dabaya, sirens wailing loud, Zia raced fast in front of the crowd. Clutch drop kiya, gear box phat gaya yaar, Maut ko chhua Zia ne bar bar. Drill bass kick kare dil ki dharkan tez, Street madness ka chada tha ganda craze. Par corner pe feds ne block kiya rasta, Handcuffs on Zia, kissa yahan phasta. [Hook – Drill + Bass Beats – English / Urdu] Zia fought the trap, Zia paid the price, Zia flipped his life, rolled the fucking dice, Zia caught the madness, took the heavy hit, Zia walked right through the darkest shit. Zia na rukega, sidhi rah pe jaye, Zia dropped the hammer, no more reckless plays, Zia left the hood, let the story unfold, Zia on the straight path, pure fucking gold. Zia, sun le tu, aag laga di! [Verse 2 – Bass Beats – Duo – Urdu] Subwoofer phate jab court se nikla Zia, Bhosdike dost bhage, kisi ne sath na diya. School technician pehle systems karta tha repair, Phir engine mod karke dauda everywhere. Seekha sakht sabak Zia ne jail ke andar, Khatam kiya dimag ka sara ye bawandar. No more illegal drags, no more police chase, Zia locked in, building up his own place. Duo on the mic spitting gritty hard truth, Zia stopped wasting his goddamn youth. Naya rasta chuna, IT brain lagaya dobara, Chutiye dekhte rahe, chamka Zia ka sitara. Straight and narrow line pe jamaya apna pair, Zia left the hood, no more reckless flair. Bass beat drop kare rattling the floor, Zia won the battle, kicking down the door. [Hook – Drill + Bass Beats – English / Urdu] Zia fought the trap, Zia paid the price, Zia flipped his life, rolled the fucking dice, Zia caught the madness, took the heavy hit, Zia walked right through the darkest shit. Zia na rukega, sidhi rah pe jaye, Zia dropped the hammer, no more reckless plays, Zia left the hood, let the story unfold, Zia on the straight path, pure fucking gold. Zia, sun le tu, aag laga di! [Bridge – Duo – Urdu] Zia ne dekha andhera jab jail hui band, School IT room se sarak ka tha ganda ghamand. Zia broke the chains, threw away the past hurt, Duo scream loud, rising from the fucking dirt. Zia stands tall now, focused on the clean game, No more midnight chases, no more cheap fame. Zia left the fast lane, fixed his own fate, Zia turned around before it got too late. [Verse 3 – Drill – Duo – Urdu] Drill beat slide kare with a steady pace, Zia left that stupid Fast and Furious race. School computer lab se seekha tha coding flow, Zia used that mind to let his real life grow. Harami log jalte jab Zia karta hai rule, No more acting like an outlaw fucking fool. No more sirens wailing, no more dirty stress, Zia cleaned up his life from all the street mess. Duo drop bars while the 808s bang loud, Zia walking straight making all his people proud. Certified survivor Zia running his own lane, Zia beat the trap and washed away the pain. [Hook – Drill + Bass Beats – English / Urdu] Zia fought the trap, Zia paid the price, Zia flipped his life, rolled the fucking dice, Zia caught the madness, took the heavy hit, Zia walked right through the darkest shit. Zia na rukega, sidhi rah pe jaye, Zia dropped the hammer, no more reckless plays, Zia left the hood, let the story unfold, Zia on the straight path, pure fucking gold. Zia, sun le tu, aag laga di! [Hook – Drill + Bass Beats – English / Urdu] Zia fought the trap, Zia paid the price, Zia flipped his life, rolled the fucking dice, Zia caught the madness, took the heavy hit, Zia walked right through the darkest shit. Zia na rukega, sidhi rah pe jaye, Zia dropped the hammer, no more reckless plays, Zia left the hood, let the story unfold, Zia on the straight path, pure fucking gold. Zia, sun le tu, aag laga di! [Outro – Bass Beats – English] That is the hood journey of Zia standing tall. Zia left the street madness, now he runs the straight wall. Turn the heavy bass down, pure respect to Zia. Zia, Zia, we conquered every motherfucking trial. Straight and narrow now, Zia won the fight.