From the Trenches
A song made by vibezkatel
From the Trenches
A song made by vibezkatel
E choke oh! From ghetto to glory!
Make una listen o!
For the streets where we grow, wahala dey plenty
No light, no water, mama dey hustle twenty-twenty
We dey grind from morning, no time for pity
Me and my brothers, we swear say we go make am for this city
Sleep for floor, dream for sky, omo we no give up
Every pain wey we face, e just dey ginger us up
From danfo to Benz, from trenches to the top
Now we dey ball, e be like say the struggle don stop!
We rise! From the slums to the mansion oh!
With my brothers by my side, no be by chance oh!
We fight! Every battle make we stronger, abi?
Now we winning, we dey live the dream, no cap, we dey here!
We rise! We rise! E choke!
We rise! We rise! Omo!
Now the table don turn, person pikin don blow
From suffer-head to chairman, the whole world go know
Me and my day ones, we conquer together
No betrayal, just loyalty wey go last forever
The same crew wey dey hungry, now we chop
The same brothers wey dey grind, now we for the top
God bless the hustle, bless the pain wey we face
From the ghetto to grace, we don win this race!
We rise! From the slums to the mansion oh!
With my brothers by my side, no be by chance oh!
We fight! Every battle make we stronger, abi?
Now we winning, we dey live the dream, no cap, we dey here!
We rise! We rise! Let's go!
We rise! We rise! Greatness!
From the trenches to the throne
With my brothers, we don come home
E don do! We don win am! Omo!
