Dat kind thing na
Remember mama say, "Son, one day you go blow"
You go dey see this money 'til the day you get old
I know say life hard, country hard, no be beans
Oppression still dey there my guy, for your street
Remember mama say, "Son, one day you go blow"
You go dey see this money 'til the day you get old
I know say life hard, country hard, no be beans
Oppression still dey there my guy, for your street
Thank God
I go thank God
I go thank God, where we are
I dey thank God, I thank God
'Cause we no dey where we dey yesterday
I remember, early last year person no get food to eat
My mom and dad relax there, hoping for their son to eat
Devil was proud, on a stead' he dey buga for my street
I have no option than to work hard, just to pull out from the street
I no fit come dey exchange words with devil oh
If e easy, Lucifer for still dey heaven oh
To be a man, bros, e hard, we need money to pass this level
Even yahoo sef dey hard
You no fit pick if you no know devil
I put my hopes on God
I no suppose dey cry
You know this country too hard
See everybody dey cry
Some need money, while some dey hospital dey fight for life
Forgive us our wrong, Baba, still make things right
Remember mama say, "Son, one day you go blow"
You go dey see this money 'til the day you get old
I know say life hard, country hard, no be beans
Oppression still dey there my guy, for your street
Thank God
I go thank God
I go thank God, where we are
I dey thank God, I thank God
'Cause we no dey where we dey yesterday
(Thank God)
(I go thank God)
(I go thank God, where we are)
(I dey thank God, I thank God)
('Cause we no dey where we dey yesterday)
(Raw Mix)