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They said we come from nothing.
They never saw what we carry inside.
Tin roof over my head,
stars comin' through No AC in July,
fan spinnin' two Mama cookin' on the stove before the sun's awake
Every roti she folds got a lesson in it — don't break
No designer on my back,
no chain on my neck But I got a mind that runs
with no debt While you flexin' for the 'gram I'm reading every
night Learnt three languages under a single bulb light Sikhte rahe,
girte rahe, par rukke nahi kabhi I'm rich in my mind,
not in my flex Dharavi runs deep in my chest You judge
by the address — I judge by the depth The slum raised
a king — now watch what comes next Rich in my mind,
not in my clothes From the gullies I rose where nobody goes
Gold in my thoughts,
not around my wrist I'm the realest in the room — you
get the gist
Seven families share the water pipe outside We never talked about what
we lacked — only pride My baba fixed shoes on the footpath
every day Taught me — honest hands never fade away Now I
build things with the same calloused hands Turned the noise of this
city into a business plan While you burning through cash for a
look on the street I'm buying time,
buying knowledge, I'm buying my peace
Paise nahi
the, par sapne bade the — yahi toh asli daulat hai I'm
rich in my mind,
not in my flex Dharavi runs deep in my chest You judge
by the address — I judge by the depth The slum raised
a king — now watch what comes next Rich in my mind,
not in my clothes From the gullies I rose where nobody goes
Gold in my thoughts,
not around my wrist I'm the realest in the room — you
get the
gist They see a slum — I see a school Every struggle
was a lesson, every pain was a tool I didn't inherit an
empire, I built it from dust You can take away the address
but you can't take the trust See the chai-wala boy become the
CEO See the mechanic's son put on the greatest show It was
never about the zip code or the postal pin Real wealth lives
between your temples — deep
within Andar
se ameer hoon main — bahar se kya dikhaoon I'm rich in
my mind, not in my flex (Mumbai,
stand up — this is for us) Dharavi runs deep in my
chest (Every gully, every lane,
every name) You judge by the address — I judge
by the depth (They never counted us —
now they can't count us
out) The slum raised a
king And the king came back home.