[male
vocals] (
Oya,
listen
now)
Yeah,
we
rise
above
the
concrete
No
looking
back,
only
forward (
No
dulling!)
Sun
come
up,
we
hit
the
Lagos
street
Different
stories,
all
moving
to
the
same
beat
Big
man
for
the
penthouse
say
tomorrow
no
dey
But
we
keep
pushing,
making
sure
we
find
our
way
The
belly
go
empty,
but
the
spirit
stay
high
We
catching
dreams
while
the
city
watch
the
sky
Omo,
the
grind
is
real,
no
time
for
the
hate
We
working
hard,
waiting
for
a
better
fate
Men
hustle,
men
no
tire
We
keep
the
spirit
burning,
setting
worlds
on
fire
Poor
man
pray
for
tomorrow,
hoping
for
the
light
Even
when
the
struggle
stay
closer
than
the
night
Yeah,
we
rise,
we
go
find
our
own
way
Looking
for
the
sun
in
the
middle
of
the
gray
I
see
my
brother
running,
chasing
down
the
gold
Building
up
a
legacy,
stories
to
be
told
No
be
easy,
the
road
is
full
of
stones
But
we
get
the
fire
deep
inside
our
bones
If
I
fall
seven
times,
I
go
rise
up
eight
Victory
is
coming,
I
believe
in
my
fate (
E
choke!)
They
say
the
finish
line
is
further
than
it
seems
But
we
moving
heavy
with
the
weight
of
all
our
dreams
Men
hustle,
men
no
tire
We
keep
the
spirit
burning,
setting
worlds
on
fire
Poor
man
pray
for
tomorrow,
hoping
for
the
light
Even
when
the
struggle
stay
closer
than
the
night
Yeah,
we
rise,
we
go
find
our
own
way
Looking
for
the
sun
in
the
middle
of
the
gray (
No
stop,
no
limit)
We
go
grind
till
the
ceiling
shatter
Nothing
else
really
matter (
We
go
shine!)
Only
the
hustle
and
the
grace
We
go
finish
the
race
Men
hustle,
men
no
tire
We
keep
the
spirit
burning,
setting
worlds
on
fire
Poor
man
pray
for
tomorrow,
hoping
for
the
light
Even
when
the
struggle
stay
closer
than
the
night
Yeah,
we
rise,
we
go
find
our
own
way
Looking
for
the
sun
in
the
middle
of
the
gray
Yeah,
we
keep
on
rising
No
giving
up,
no
slowing
down
Tomorrow
is
ours,
believe
that (
See
gobe,
we
pass
am) (
On
God)
Keep
the
fire
burning. (
On
God)
Keep
the
fire
burning.