A song made by 𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙚
A song made by 𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙚
Intro
Ah-ah, Afrobits on the mix, Laymon, listen closely
E no easy oh, this life wey we dey live
Verse 1
When the pocket empty, nobody sabi your name, omo
Every door dey close, like say na big problem, sha
Now alert don land, bank account dey ginger
Suddenly your phone dey ring, everybody wan mingle
Dem dey call you broda, dem dey hail you king
But na your blessings dem dey eye, you no sabi wetin dem bring
Laymon, keep your eyes open, wisdom na key
Separate the real ones from those wey dey flee
Chorus
Oh Laymon, who dey for you when the chips go down low?
Who dey ride with you through the sunshine and the rain, yo?
Fake love plenty, dem dey smile in your face
Real ones stand solid, dem no change their place
This life na lesson, Laymon don learn am well
From the hustle to the top, e get story to tell, chai!
Verse 2
Some go sweet-mouth you, promise you the moon and star
But when the small wahala come, dem go vanish far
Dem no see your struggle, dem just see the glory
But my real geez dey for me, na true story
No dey pretend, no dey form, just original vibes
Laymon don find his tribe, living his best life
So if you no fit ride with me through the storm
No come later dey form, when the weather don calm
Chorus
Oh Laymon, who dey for you when the chips go down low?
Who dey ride with you through the sunshine and the rain, yo?
Fake love plenty, dem dey smile in your face
Real ones stand solid, dem no change their place
This life na lesson, Laymon don learn am well
From the hustle to the top, e get story to tell, chai!
Outro
Yeah, Laymon, na so e be, my broda
Real recognize real, on God, omo!