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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)
Writer(s): Salami Kasimu Kelvin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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