A song made by Dollarz
A song made by Dollarz
Intro
Omo, this life na hustle o! Ah!
Verse 1
Early momo, sun still dey sleep
I don dey street, my struggle too deep
Everyday we dey chase this paper
No time to chill, no time to caper
From Lagos island to the mainland side
We dey grind hard, no where to hide
Sometimes e tire, body dey weak
But my spirit strong, no fit to leak
Chorus
Say no more wahala, no more stress for me
God don butter my bread, now I dey free
From the trenches to the top, na my story
Celebrate success, full of glory
No more wahala, no more tears to cry
Blessings dey flow, reaching for the sky
I just wanna dance, raise my hands up high
My time don come, no more asking "why?"
Verse 2
Dem talk say I no go make am
Dem talk say I go fail, no fit to hammer
But I focus, I dey put in the work
Now money dey speak, no need to lurk
Poverty no be my portion again
See me shining, like sun after rain
My bank account dey smile, my pocket dey sweet
Every step I dey take, na pure street complete
Chorus
Say no more wahala, no more stress for me
God don butter my bread, now I dey free
From the trenches to the top, na my story
Celebrate success, full of glory
No more wahala, no more tears to cry
Blessings dey flow, reaching for the sky
I just wanna dance, raise my hands up high
My time don come, no more asking "why?"
Outro
Omo, e choke! No more wahala! Chai!