STREET Lyrics

So let the story be told

Street is so Cold

The hustle be like necklace the hustle come Dey choke

Omo life na be joke

Kindly sip your koke

No Dey jisoro when there's no ishoro

Won ni taiye ti ra motor

Won ni kehinde ti n lo motor

Koya mi lenu koya mi n photo

They say I poor make I play lotto

I pray to God mode wo street

I hustle hard and I stand fit

Emi ko lefe maltreat

Shey angel Micheal lefe defeat

Omo

Why oh why

Eyes don see omo I no fit lie

They'll only use you if you be a nice guy

Igba tobati soji igbayen lodi bad guy

I see brothers killing brothers

Brothers ripping brothers

Mother selling daughter

Father selling brother

Onshele dada

Make I yarn you brother

Why you come Dey pray make you see your guy for under

Oh

I say many men

Oh many many many many men

Wish death for me

I don't cry no more

I'll look to the sky no more

Oh

I say many men

Oh many many many many men

Wish death for me

I don't cry no more

I'll look to the sky no more

Won ni kin jara mo kinma sunle

Moti sofunwon pe mio ni sunle o

Ati kekere ni mo ti sanle

Did a lot of job and I pray make the hustle pay o

So brother no vex if I be sinner

So brother no vex if I buy beamer

Nobody holy even your pope

You wan dey hate me Omo I wonder

I pray to God mode wo street

I hustle hard and I stand fit

Emi ko lefe maltreat

Shey angel Micheal lefe defeat

Omo

Why oh why

Eyes don see omo I no fit lie

they'll only use you if you be a nice guy

But toba ti soji igbayen lodi bad guy

I see brothers killing brothers

Brothers ripping brothers

Mother selling daughter

Father selling brother

Onshele dada

Make I yarn you brother

Why you come Dey pray make you see your guy for under

Oh

I say many men

Oh many many many many men

Wish death for me

I don't cry no more

I'll look to the sky no more

Oh

I say many men

Oh many many many many men

Wish death for me

I don't cry no more

I'll look to the sky no more