Fruit Of My Labor Lyrics

I don hustle, I don fight, I don pray

Plenty nights, no sleep till day

Sweat and tears, e no dey waste

Now I dey taste the sweet, sweet grace

For my table, blessings dey overflow

Everything I touch, e dey glow

From the ground, I dey rise high

This be my story, I no go lie

Na the fruit of my labor I dey chop

Hard work no fit ever stop

Grace dey follow me everywhere

Now I dey see the blessings clear

Fruit of my labor, I dey enjoy

God don bless me, no be by ploy

Everything I sow, I dey reap am now

Fruit of my labor, make you hear my sound

From the gutter to the palace, I climb

Time don show say this na my time

Every sweat wey I drop, e dey count

Every tear wey I cry, e dey amount

Now I dey see wetin I dey dream

Life sweet, e be like ice cream

For my story, na God dey win

Fruit of my labor, e just begin

Na the fruit of my labor I dey chop

Hard work no fit ever stop

Grace dey follow me everywhere

Now I dey see the blessings clear

Fruit of my labor, I dey enjoy

God don bless me, no be by ploy

Everything I sow, I dey reap am now

Fruit of my labor, make you hear my sound

No look down on the struggle

Oh, e go turn blessing, make you know

Every step wey you climb dey count

One day, you go reach your amount

Fruit of my labor, I dey enjoy

God don bless me, no be by ploy

Everything I sow, I dey reap am now

Fruit of my labor, make you hear my sound

Fruit of my labor, e dey sweet well well

Na my story, make I tell

Every hustle, every grind

Fruit of my labor, e be divine

From the gutter to the palace, I climb

Time don show say this na my time

Every sweat wey I drop, e dey count

Every tear wey I cry, e dey amount.