A song made by precious beauty
A song made by precious beauty
Omo, this one sweet me oh!
My Jacob, my Jacob
November twenty-twenty-four, na when we start
You dey hustle furniture, carving work of art
Saw you grinding everyday, building from the ground
Your hands dey create magic, turning wood around
Late nights for workshop, sawdust on your shoe
But your dream dey shine bright, I believe in you
Through the stress and the pressure, we dey hold am down
Me and you against the world, no wahala fit stop our crown
Jacob, my hardworking man
Building empire with your hands
From November till forever, I dey stand
Your queen, your partner, holding your hand
Jacob, omo you be the one
When you build your company, we don won
Eternity no be long enough for us
My Jacob, in you I trust
I see am for your eyes, the fire wey dey burn
Every table, every chair, na lesson you dey learn
The ups and downs we face, e make us strong
Side by side we dey march, singing victory song
Your own company go come, I prophesy am
When you sign that first deal, we go celebrate am
Cause you no be small thing, you be king for real
And I go dey your side, through every business deal
Jacob, my hardworking man
Building empire with your hands
From November till forever, I dey stand
Your queen, your partner, holding your hand
Jacob, omo you be the one
When you build your company, we don won
Eternity no be long enough for us
My Jacob, in you I trust
My forever person
Jacob, e choke!
Mo ni love e, my king