From the Streets
A song made by iceblizlaylae053
From the Streets
A song made by iceblizlaylae053
Yeah yeah
This one na for everybody wey dey hustle
Let's go!
I come from the bottom where the struggle dey real
Where hunger teach you lessons that no school fit reveal
Mama prayers for morning, Papa hustle all night
I don see darkness but I still dey chase the light
Every scar for my body na trophy for my chest
Every tear wey don drop na reminder of the test
They tell me say I no go make am, say my dream too big
But I look them for eye, say I rather die than give
From the streets to the top, we dey rise oh
No matter wetin come, we no go compromise oh
Hustle hard, pray harder, that na the code
From the mud to the glory, we dey carry our load
From the streets to the top, we dey shine oh
God dey for us, so the future looking fine oh
See the pain wey I carry, e heavy like mountain
But the fire for my spirit dey flow like fountain
I no send anybody, I just dey do my thing
Grind for the morning, grind for night, make the money ring
My brother dem believe me, my sister dem support
Even when the road long, even when e short
I go make am for this life, na my destiny
From the ghetto to the mansion, you go testify for me
From the streets to the top, we dey rise oh
No matter wetin come, we no go compromise oh
Hustle hard, pray harder, that na the code
From the mud to the glory, we dey carry our load
From the streets to the top, we dey shine oh
God dey for us, so the future looking fine oh
We rise!
No stopping!
From the streets!
