As hustler man making dough
them say sakawa
As we dey hustle them no see
them say agbala

As hustler woman making dough
them say sakawa
As we dey hustle them no see
them say agbala

No be easy, as you dey see me so

I dey try to the fullest height

If you see me cruising in my beema

If I see you driving your Hummer

This song goes out to all the junior high and senior high students of this country
I know you love me and I love you too

Verse 1
If I go fit go back to JSS
I would have paid attention in class
If I go fit go back
I wouldn't have looked at my French mdame's ass
If I go fit go back to JSS
I would have taken my lessons very serious
Instead of sitting at the back and acting hilarious
With my best friend Kojo aka Aquarius
If I go fit go back to school
Chale, like I no go break any rule
Like breaking bounds to Kingsby hotel just to swim in the pool
If I go fit go ba

Intro
ukitolewa words kwa mdomo utabaki speechless
na cards kwa mkono utabaki cardless
Ken kwa rap haitabamba itakuwa rhyme-less
ti-chi beste sema ti-chi
enyewe mazee hiyo ngoma ilikuwa mambo mbaya
ka ilikuudhi endelea kunja sura
na ka ilikubamba, katika na mi-mi
juu ndio hii ingine
ati?

You say you go do what, (chale, make u no try)
Chale, ebe like you no make wild (chale, make u no try)
Do then go ask sombro about we right right right now (chale, make u no try)
Kuborlor boys deɛ we no dey play o, serious action (chale, make u no try)

Verse 1 – Wanlov
Be very very afraid, we dey come like parade
You should have obeyed, now who dey come to your aid?
You make I bore waa dientse, make I mek green like dɛnkyɛm
Rydi wey you dey talk, Wanlov fa me bɔne kyɛ me
Too bad, too late, you go chew grass, no grace
Why your name be Idibia?

Verse 1
I put a pen to the paper
This time as visual as possible
Guns blast at the hospital
The walls are whitewashed with tin roof tops to show love
You lick two shots, it's dangerous man
Journalists hire gunmen that's violent with me,
Kids trust no one cuz fire burn them
Refugees die in boats headed for peace
Is anyone scared of death here?

Intro
Yeah, yeah, it's me, struggling

Verse 1
I start out, just to vibe out
I ain't about to bow out
I'm more gangsta than you are but I ain't about the rau rau
My season will come, it has to
Honestly I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something
I am past due
Sincerely I'm touchy these days I can't take nothing
I'm tryna treat my record like the law shit
I'm dying to break something
And mostly, I'm up and stressing, when other folks sleep
Believe me, I know struggle, and struggle knows me
My life owes me, like an overdose I'm slowly
Drifti

Verse 1
My tragedy’s different
My life’s deep, listen,
Gotta bail, I’m limping
Walked outta hell’s kitchen
Why bother cherishing
My past is everything, wrong, and my arrogance
Walked down the stairs pissing
Cop us cuz they’re bitching
life isnt fair, singing
Blues and my rap dripping
Ooze out the blood sinking
Deep down to earth thinking
Leave out a nerp chicken
I should run, forfeit, and everything I know
Listen

I was
The misdirected
I was
The least expected
Hop on