A song made by Rich Homie Baby
A song made by Rich Homie Baby
Omo, life no balance at all
E choke for my chest
I don see pepper wey pass pepper oh
Na night I dey cry, day time I dey smile
Mama prayers dey carry me, e dey hold me tight
But the hustle heavy, wahala plenty
I remember those days when bread no dey
When NEPA take light, hope come follow
Broda dey struggle, sister dey hustle
Papa don try tire, but we never give up
Tears wey I cry, pain wey I carry
One day go turn to joy, I go testify
Wetin no kill me go make me stronger
Mo ti gbe, mo ti de, I dey here today
Tears wey I cry, scars wey I wear
Na my story be this, e go sweet las las
Sometimes I dey wonder if God dey see me
When the road rough, when my pocket empty
Friends don change face, enemy dey plenty
But I hold my faith tight, no go let am go
Every scar for my body na lesson
Every pain for my heart na blessing
I don walk through fire, I don see darkness
But the light dey come, I fit feel am
Tears wey I cry, pain wey I carry
One day go turn to joy, I go testify
Wetin no kill me go make me stronger
Mo ti gbe, mo ti de, I dey here today
Tears wey I cry, scars wey I wear
Na my story be this, e go sweet las las
E go sweet las las oh
Wahala go finish
Joy dey come