Jelo

Tempo jelo

Owty chop beat like fufu and okro

Me I no mind this is what I’m made for

Deep in Lagos I carry my own cross

Own cross me I no phor

No rush me I no rush

Jeh Jeh ni nwaogbenye lo

I’m in town disturbing my neighbors

You know as e dey be **** you know as e dey be

Obixko Tempo preaching like a priest

All the thing Wey I dey see

Me I no Dey shit where I Dey eat

This kind of hustle no get guarantee

All I want na the money

man is not speaking Portuguese

People no friendly as they seem

E no funny as you think

Scars on my back I Dey bleed

Been on the go since 17 yeah

True story but I never tell the full story

Been through hell but I never let these fools hold me

With no feelings I’ve been in the stu' cooking letting all these rappers know that this mouth is not for food only

I spit fire my **** I’m too solid

Married to the game she just Dey collect doggy

Been on my grind chasing my cheese boldly and I will never stop till as these hustling become a history

Na grace Dey speak for me

These **** spit on me

Omo the thing funny

These **** slept on me

They think the G running

But na I keep going

Slaving like a street dummy

Until I prove something

I got enemies

And I got frenemies

I got **** tryna get it by any means

Back to back

Hustle no be chise

Gotta pay the price to pull up with some dollars in the bank