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[Intro] Yo, this ain't no lullaby, motherfuckers This is the sound of the streets, this is that raw vibe Dedicated to the king, Siraj, yeah, you heard right This ain't a track, this a fucking statement! [Verse 1 – Drill – Gujarati] Ae bhosdike, khabbar che kon chey game ma? (Hey motherfucker, you know who's in the game?) Siraj aavyo, laude, top score fame ma. (Siraj arrived, dickhead, in top score fame.) Red Benz ni gaadi, saala, speed ma fattak! (Red Benz car, bastard, blasts in speed!) Baki badha chutiya ne toh aapo jhatak. (Give the rest of the assholes a shock.) Call of Duty no king, haan, Siraj bolu chu. (Call of Duty's king, yeah, I'm Siraj talking.) Jo joystick lai ne betho toh bhenchod, kholun chu. (If I sit with the joystick, then sisterfucker, I open up.) Headshot pe headshot, maru seedha matha ma. (Headshot on headshot, I hit straight in the head.) Koy Siraj jevo nai, aa chey sachi vaat aa. (No one like Siraj, this is the true talk.) PlayStation ni duniya, Siraj no rule chale. (PlayStation world, Siraj's rule runs.) Tari gand mari jase, jo amara thi adde. (Your ass will be fucked, if you mess with us.) Aakha area ma naam, Siraj nu bol bala. (In the whole area, name, Siraj's dominance.) Gaadi ni awaaj su, jaani le aa raada. (What is the sound of the car, know this chaos.) Ek j naam chale, Siraj, Siraj, Siraj. (Only one name runs, Siraj, Siraj, Siraj.) Badha naya players ne toh dekhadu aaj. (All new players, I'll show them today.) Aa game mari chey, laude, tamari nai. (This game is mine, dickhead, not yours.) Siraj jevo koi nai, bhenchod, samjai? (No one like Siraj, sisterfucker, understand?) [Hook – Drill/Hip Hop – English] Siraj, yeah Siraj, ridin' in that red Benz, bitch! Siraj, Siraj, Call of Duty, make that controller twitch. Siraj, Siraj, always on top, never gon' switch. Siraj! PlayStation king, yo, Siraj got that rich. Aa Siraj chey, bhenchod, sacho street king. (This is Siraj, sisterfucker, the true street king.) Siraj, Siraj, every damn time, he makes the scoreboard sing! Siraj, Siraj, watch him drive, that engine's got a sting. Siraj, motherfucker, Siraj, he's the fucking real thing. [Verse 2 – Hip Hop – English] Yo, they talkin' shit, but they ain't got the balls to face Siraj. See 'em on the leaderboard, crying like a bunch of frauds. My man Siraj, he don't play fair, he plays to fucking win. Droppin' bodies on the map, where do I even begin? That red Mercedes Benz, Siraj's whip, a fucking beast on the road. Engine roarin' dirty, a heavy, deadly load. PlayStation five, Siraj got the console on lock. Every damn button press, a headshot, tick-tock. You think you're tough? You think you're good? Siraj will humble your ass. Throw you down a fucking cliff, watch your hopes just pass. From the concrete jungle, Siraj built his own damn throne. These fake motherfuckers, they just wanna moan. Yeah, Siraj, he's the legend, can't nobody deny. When he loads up the game, you bitches better cry. This ain't no fairy tale, this is Siraj's gritty truth. Still spittin' fire, Siraj in his goddamn youth. [Hook – Drill/Hip Hop – English] Siraj, yeah Siraj, ridin' in that red Benz, bitch! Siraj, Siraj, Call of Duty, make that controller twitch. Siraj, Siraj, always on top, never gon' switch. Siraj! PlayStation king, yo, Siraj got that rich. Aa Siraj chey, bhenchod, sacho street king. (This is Siraj, sisterfucker, the true street king.) Siraj, Siraj, every damn time, he makes the scoreboard sing! Siraj, Siraj, watch him drive, that engine's got a sting. Siraj, motherfucker, Siraj, he's the fucking real thing. [Bridge – Bass Beats/Garage – Gujarati] Siraj, Siraj, aa naam dil ma vasi gayu. (Siraj, Siraj, this name settled in the heart.) Baki badha players ne toh Siraj naashtu kari gayu. (The rest of the players, Siraj ate them for breakfast.) Car culture, fast life, Siraj nu junoon chey. (Car culture, fast life, Siraj's passion it is.) Ae Siraj, tari life, aa sachu khoon chey. (Hey Siraj, your life, this is true blood.) Steering wheel pakde, control ma rakhe duniya ne. (He holds the steering wheel, keeps the world in control.) Koy na baap ni taakat nai, Siraj ne rokeya ne. (No one's father has the power to stop Siraj.) Tari game bajav, Siraj no time aavyo chey. (Play your game, Siraj's time has come.) Bhosdike, Siraj, aa beat par chaavyo chey! (Motherfucker, Siraj, he's ripped it on this beat!) [Verse 3 – Afrobeats – English] Siraj, the vibe is different, can you feel the heat? On the virtual battlefield, Siraj can't be beat. Red Benz gleaming, Siraj's ride, a sight to see. From the block to the top, Siraj's destiny. They try to copy, they try to mimic, but they just can't fit. The shoes of Siraj, too big, you gotta admit. Got that PlayStation glow, Siraj's hands are blessed. Every damn movement, putting riv