More songs by Raja Kumari
Description
Author, Singer, Associated Performer, Writer: Raja Kumari
Composer, Writer, Producer, Associated Performer, Author: Rob Knox
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Damien Lewis
Mastering Engineer, Studio Personnel: Michael Fossenkemper
Writer, Associated Performer, Author: Sirah
Lyrics and translation
Original
Dha, dhinak, dhin-na
Uh, kirtak, dhin-na
Dha, dha, dha, dha, dha, dha, dhin-na, dhin-na
I love it when they big mad
Talkin' shit on Instagram
They don't know I'm woke
I guess they really think I'm ignorant
That's why y'all still middle men
While I boss up and make them bands
Tryin' to put a wall between us, hmm Pakistan
Culture vulture
Dot head eating samosas
Too brown for the label
Too privileged for the co-sign
Kohinoor stolen, crown jewel of the ocean
But no country for women
I don't fit in either quotient
Tryna rep my people but they say I'm not they leader
NRI up in the bleachers, feed off what y'all eatin
Sorry that my sari ain't Indian enough
And America don't love me 'cause I'm Indian as fuck
Do you know even know who you are?
Tell me, what are you made of?
What you afraid of? Hater
'Cause I let you tear me apart
Show you what I am made of
Is this what you're afraid of? Hater
Seen 'em on the comments
I ain't brown enough to comment
Guess I gotta get a tan so I can rep a country
Gave my daddy options
I don't rep y'all for the concept
Don't live here for the content
Tryna pillage off your struggle
Took me out of context
Bindi on your third eye but the third eye closed
Got you on my back while you slit my throat
When I land here they tell me go home
Now you ain't gotta love me
But it's still my throne
Tryna rep my people but they say I'm not they leader
NRI up in the bleachers, feed off what y'all eatin
Sorry that my sari ain't Indian enough
And America don't love me 'cause I'm Indian as fuck
Do you know even know who you are?
Tell me, what are you made of?
What you afraid of? Hater
'Cause I let you tear me apart
Show you what I am made of
Is this what you're afraid of? Hater
Bindi on your third eye but your third eye closed
(Dha, dhinak, dhin-na)
(Dha, dhinak, dhin-na)
(Dha, dha, dha, dha, dha, dha, dhin-na, dhin-na)
Got you on my back while you slit my throat
(Dha, dhinak, dhin-na)
(Dha, dhinak, dhin-na)
Like you ain't gotta love me but it's still my throne