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Hitboi Idahams

Before you pray for my downfall

Omo, make you just pity me, oh

If you know what I have been through, oh

You no go wish me make I fall, oh-oh

Man, I've been on the streets

And I still dey find money

And my mama dey pray for me, oh

And, and God dey for me, oh, oh-oh

So many nonsense wey my eyes don see

I no fit talk am 'cause my eyes on the cheese

Village people, abeg, abeg, let me be

So I play my guitar and my sweet melody

I no go go back village

No be my portion, oh

No be my portion, oh

No be my portion, oh-oh

I no go go back village

No be my portion, oh

No be my portion, oh

No be my portion, oh-oh

My mama leave me in 2015

My papa leave me in 2016

I be dey reason make I press 19

If no be God say make I maintain, oh

Upgrade my friend, maybe

They keep on sleeping 'til you take their city

Na me be the seed wey dem try to bury, oh, oh-oh

So many nonsense wey my eyes don see

I no fit talk am 'cause my eyes on the cheese

Village people, abeg, abeg, let me be

So I play my guitar and my sweet melody

I no go go back village

No be my portion, oh

No be my portion, oh

No be my portion, oh-oh

I no go go back village

No be my portion, oh

No be my portion, oh

No be my portion, oh-oh

(Oh, yeah) oh-oh, yeah, yeah, (oh, yeah), oh-oh (oh, yeah)

No be my portion, oh

(Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

It's STG

Ladies and gentlemen

Army boy