A song made by a Aritst of Visual things
A song made by a Aritst of Visual things
Yeah, from the streets of Gola
Ramgarh to the top, let's go
Started as an office boy, filing papers every day
Gola streets raised me tough, learned the hard way
Saw the scams around me, fake promises and lies
But I kept my head down, hunger in my eyes
Ramgarh nights cold, but my dreams staying warm
Watching hustlers fall for schemes, I don't follow the norm
Local people grinding, some honest, some not
I'm threading through the chaos, claiming my spot
Skrrt
Gola Ramgarh, this is where I'm from
Office boy to boss, yeah I overcome
Scams all around but I'm staying clean
Young blood rising, living out the dream
Gola Ramgarh, yeah we on the map
From the bottom to the top, no cap
Seen my neighbors lose it all to ponzi schemes
People selling dreams that ain't what they seem
But I stack my bread slow, every rupee earned right
Gola taught me loyalty, Ramgarh gave me fight
Now I'm moving different, suit and tie everyday
Still got my roots planted where the real ones stay
Office politics and street politics same game
But I learned from the soil, now I'm making my name
Let's go
Gola Ramgarh, this is where I'm from
Office boy to boss, yeah I overcome
Scams all around but I'm staying clean
Young blood rising, living out the dream
Gola Ramgarh, yeah we on the map
From the bottom to the top, no cap
Gola to Ramgarh, we the real ones
Young hustler story just begun, sheesh