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Uncle B The Hustler

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[male

vocals] (

Ayy,

yoh!)

They

say

look

for

the

paper,

they

say

follow

the

rule

They

say

look

for

the

paper,

they

say

follow

the

rule

But

the

belly

is

empty,

man,

I'm

done

with

the

school

Bboda

Hatembo,

Uncle

B

in

the

building

We

chasing

the

gold,

we

don't

care

about

feeling!

I

put

the

certificate

deep

in

the

drawer

Degrees

on

the

wall

but

I’

m

needing

some

more

They

look

at

my

hands

when

I'm

touching

the

dirt

They

don't

see

the

vision,

they

don't

see

the

worth

I

trade

all

the

worry

for

money

in

hand

Building

the

future,

I’

m

taking

the

stand

Naysayers

talking,

they

full

of

the

boza

I’

m

moving

in

silence,

I’

m

getting

the

closure

It’

s

Bboda,

the

king

of

the

street,

yeah

he

winning

Touching

the

dirt

but

the

bank

account

spinning

Uncle

B,

you

a

star,

you

the

man

on

the

top

Chasing

the

hustle,

we

never

gonna

stop

Forget

all

the

papers,

forget

all

the

debt

It’

s

Bboda

Hatembo,

the

best

you

can

get!

School

fees

is

heavy,

the

table

is

bare

So

I

jump

in

the

heat,

yeah

I

breathe

in

the

air

Of

the

hustle,

the

struggle,

the

real

city

grind

Leaving

the

negative

people

behind

They

call

it

dirty,

I

call

it

the

pay

Doing

the

work

while

they

sleeping

away

My

pocket

is

growing,

the

vision

is

clear

Bboda

is

rising,

we

conquer

the

fear!

It’

s

Bboda,

the

king

of

the

street,

yeah

he

winning

Touching

the

dirt

but

the

bank

account

spinning

Uncle

B,

you

a

star,

you

the

man

on

the

top

Chasing

the

hustle,

we

never

gonna

stop

Forget

all

the

papers,

forget

all

the

debt

It’

s

Bboda

Hatembo,

the

best

you

can

get! (

Yoh!)

No

time

for

the

doubt,

no

time

for

the

hate

I’

m

carving

my

path,

I’

m

controlling

my

fate

From

the

Copperbelt

shine

to

the

streets

of

the

city

I’

m

grinding

for

glory,

I’

m

staying

so

gritty

It’

s

Bboda,

the

king

of

the

street,

yeah

he

winning

Touching

the

dirt

but

the

bank

account

spinning

Uncle

B,

you

a

star,

you

the

man

on

the

top

Chasing

the

hustle,

we

never

gonna

stop

Forget

all

the

papers,

forget

all

the

debt

It’

s

Bboda

Hatembo,

the

best

you

can

get!

Yeah,

Uncle

B!

Keep

that

energy,

man

No

cap,

just

work

Natotela

for

the

struggle (

Ayy!)

Bboda

Hatembo

on

the

map!

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