[Intro]
Hmm, So up
Samklef
Samklef Turn On The Microphone,
I Can’t Hear
I Dey Hear Response
[Chorus]
Everyday Dem Dey Hustle Well Oh
The possibility Dey For Head Oh
Everybody Eye Dey Red Oh
Gunshots In The Air
Slavery Is A Thing Libya
Everyday They Try To Leave Here
Don’t You Know It’s Hard To Live Here
You Already know But F–k It, I’ma Say It How I Feel it
[Verse 1]
See Alot Of Issues But I Know Dey Never Stopping
I’m Here To Raise The Bar
Make Sure It’s Never Dropping
I See Many Street Kids, Surviving Like Aladdin
The Only Difference It, There’s No Gennie Or Even Jasmine
And Boys Try To Travel Are Getting Caught up On Some Slave Sh-t
Here’s To The Government
Suckled On Some Slave D–K
Cos If You Made It Easy The People Wouldn’t Have To Travel
And Now We Have To Worry About Bodies Underneath The Gravel
But That One Na Even Of Dem See Them Bury
But You Balling Like A Pro
I See You Stef Curry
I Know You Have The G-Boys But What’s The Reason Why We Have It ?
You Wouldn’t Seek Food If You Had It
You Wouldn’t Be Cool If Your Life Was All Live
Check The Other Room and See If Your Wife Is All Wife
I Don’t Think So
Breath To The Point Of Genocide?
I Don’t Think So
Here Is How I Think So You Understand Me From The Get-go
No Be The Money Wey The Man Dey Chop Na em Come Be The Issue
Drop Your Guns On One On One, See If We No Go Beat You
But Violence Is The Not The Way
I Hope You Take Your Own Advice
Because If I See My Own I swear to God
Bros Scratch Your Own Advice
My Phone Is My Property
Yes I Have The Owners Right
To Show You Who I Talk To
My Business Is Another Fight
Let He Who Is Without Sin Cast The First Stone
I Know I’ve Not Been Perfect
Even In My First Home
The President Is Flying Out
Everybody Is Flying Out
But We Have Hospital Here Too
I Think You Should Try Dem Out
And Try To See The Bodies Of The Victims Of Sars
The Gunshot Wounds In This Life Of Ours
Cos The Rich Ones No Dey Go Through This Kind Of Issue
The Rich Ones No Dey Go Through This Kind Of Issue
[Chorus]
Everyday Dem Dey Hustle Well Oh
The Possibility Dey For Head Oh
Everybody Eye Dey Red Oh
Gunshots In The Air
Slavery Is a Thing Libya
Everyday They Try To Leave Here
Don’t You Know It’s Hard To Live Here
But F–k It, I’ma Say It How I Feel it