KYN 306

Yeah, let's go, boy! KYN 306 We're from the suburbs, boy! Now, let's take this back to the hood in Nagar, Yaha hona hai mushkil, Vijay. Calling out those bimbos who judge us for being from the suburbs, Y'all have no clue what we've been through, no clue what we do out here. Suno ab dhyan se, So let's do this, let's do this—C'mon! Let me tell you the true story of the suburbs, Out here every day, reliving the curse, Of living our lives on uneven terms, Don't wanna put up with those judgmental jerks—naah! Badhna sabko yaha, jeevan mein, Everyone dreams where they will be one day, Tab tak kare hustle saare yaha every day, 9 to 5? Naah, boy, we do it 8 to 8. Yeah! I was brought up in these circumstances, Jeene se, haarne ke yaha zyada chances. Halaton ki kahani yaha sabke paas hai, Reality patthar ki, aur sapne kaanch ke. Pehente sar pe hum, sweat ka taj hai, Apne dum par nikla, sabse aage. Apne hi sab neeche kheechna chahein, Gaadi rukti nahi, hum bas seedha jaayein. Fir bhi ye saale, mere peeche bhaage, Baatein kare bitch boys, peeth peeche jaake. Ek kaan se sunu, nikalu doosre kaan se, Cuz I stick to it, toh jayenge ye jaan se. Lightning boy hoon, jaise nanga taar mein, 440-volt lyrics, tere brain ke paar hai. Har line full stocked, na koi empty bar hai, Talent mera, himmat meri, saare haters ki haar hai. Hood boys karte odd jobs, na kaam hai, Fir bhi good boys dete salaam hai. Fame? Na bro, humara hota naam hai, 306 ke hai ladke, ye baat tu jaan le. Bade hue hum, Kalyan ki chali mein, Paiso se zyada humne khushiyaan kamayi hain. Aage badhne ki yaha sabmein khwahishein, Lagate khushiyaan iss sattebaazi mein. I would like to think it was all in the past, Now we out living life, we're having a blast. Clean clothes, some money, good food at last, But they still treat us like we're outcasts. Every time I meet with these jerks, I think, Don’t they think to themselves, what do these people think? When I deem them lesser, like a superior being, Just cuz I live closer to some southern tip! Koot-koot ke bhara hai humme talent, Even though we were raised at the tail end. Khade rahe hamesha, darr ke face mein, Bhage nahi, dare nahi, we the real men! So the next time you see a boy from the suburbs, Don't just think to yourself, "This one surely sucks." Yet in your head sometimes, this thought still lurks, We out here killing, we don't give a flying fuck! We're boys from the 3-0-6, KYN N se Naam mera, Y se hai Yohaan, Aur K se rep karu main Kalyan! Remember that!