Hustler's Hymn Lyrics

God of mercy and compassion

Look with pity upon me

Father let me call Thee Father

Tis Thy child returns to Thee

Jesus Lord I ask for mercy

Let me not implore in vain

All my sins I now detest them

Never will I sin again

Baba shey you Dey up

Listening to me

I've got so many stuffs

I will like you to see

I've been on my knee

Swear I can't even breathe

Please come to my rescue

Oh lord please

Many men dey

All of them ma pray

For a better day

E get some wey been Dey

When no get wetin to say

We keep on grinding

Hustling for this pay day

God I want you to light up

My candles for me

Put all my Niggaz

On so we can be free

Do not underestimate the kind of power

That we breathe

Ah swear you are going to see

It when we started counting millions

Shey na your grace Dey carry me go

When I Dey sober I light my Igbo

You Dey take away the shames

You Dey take away the problems

Could you please do it one more for me

For I consider the sufferings

Of this present time

Are not what comparing to the glory

That is to be revealed to us

Yet what we suffer now

Is nothing compared

To the glory he will reveal to us later

May the God of hope feel you

With joy and peace as you trust in him

So that you will over flow with hope

By the power of the Holy Spirit

I my self am convinced

My brothers and sisters

That you yourselves

Are full of goodness

Filled with knowledge and competence

To instruct one another

Amen