Yea you know we came from the trenches for real
So dark in the trenches I had to illuminate and turn the light
I’m the street messiah
Say you have to learn how to lose for you to win
Well I got my eyes on the green
Empty pocket with a billion dollar dream$
Hoping for the pot of gold but I got a pot of bean
Damn! Ibon’mofe sa gba
Steadily praying cos I know devil is a liar
And I hope say God go pity my mama cos she’s been through a lot
O gbodo bo bi eni gba wire
Huh, yea I be the boy with the fire
And I know my Samson got Delilah
Hope to the trenches you know I’m the street messiah, no deny am
Toba ni beef moma handle e biti mallam
Seven years straight in the game can’t tell me nothing
For the ups and the downs awon t’ape tio daun
Depression tun push mi kin mu Sniper biti Olofin
For the pain and the loss, I for don dey inside the coffin huh
But I level up, cos I know soon I go dey fick sh#t up
So I take it slow like Codeine but I no dey pop syrup
Na only money fit dey turn me on, moshi ma bo I’m warming up
Let them know it’s time to shine, no going back I’m coming up
All praise to the most high cos I no die
All praise to the most high cos we stay fly
All praise to the most high
Many things don sup good or bad yet we turn to the most high
I know your blessings follow me everywhere me go
I watched me friends turn to foes
But what I’ve seen I no fit tell to nobody
Life is hard when you gotty no money
I pray I pray jur mashe koja mi
Oju anu e jur shi funmi
Tired of telling stories to mommy
Baba mi jur shanu omo yii
Living in a fccked up country, boys still hungry
The good still suffering, the bad ones smiling
But the government no care so the boys still scamming
And na sort we dey sort but the Feds keep coming
Yea I did what I did, tired of complaining to mom oh
She scared of the life I’m living cos she no wan mourn oh
No be say na only me she born oh
But mo special, a genius, and my soldier no dey run oh
All praise to the most high cos I no die
All praise to the most high cos we stay fly
All praise to the most high
Many things don sup good or bad yet we turn to the most high [Alahuakbar!
All praise to the most high no more suicide
All praise to the most high for the good vibe
All praise to the most high
Now the boy is chilling, reminiscing with my hommies for the pool
I know your blessings follow me everywhere me go
I watched me friends turn to foes
But what I’ve seen I no fit tell to nobody
Life is hard when you gotty no money
I pray I pray jur mashe koja mi
Oju anu e jur shi funmi
Tired of telling stories to mommy
Baba mi jur shanu omo yii
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