Biryani!
On my plate and it’s lookin’ gnarly,
Ghee drip, I don’t need no party,
One bite, now I’m feelin’ starry,
Spice game real, this ain't no barley.

Biryani!
Stacked up like I run this dhaba,
Too hot, need a glass of Thums Up,
Don’t stop when I hear that tabla,
I’m the dish, I’m the vibe, I’m drama—

[Verse 2]
Step in the kitchen, I flex with the flame,
Gravy so thick, you remember the name.
From Delhi to Queens, it’s always the same,
Beef so soft like it’s dodgin’ the blame.

Basmati long like a runway walk,
Flavor so loud, don’t need to talk.
Cumin and clove like I’m throwin’ chalk,
Chef with the hands, I don’t ever balk.