Nna, ebe m no, ihe nile na-aga nke oma!
Oya, listen to the rhythm of the street!
I wake up early when the sun is still shy
Looking at the road, I am reaching for the sky
Many people talk, they say I go fall down
But I carry my crown, I am rising in this town
From the dust of the ground to the top of the shelf
I am building my life, I am betting on myself
No wahala for the journey, I am focused on the goal
With the fire in my chest and the rhythm in my soul
Omo, we are chasing the light, we are taking the lead
This is a hustler’s testimony, planted like a seed
Chai, the hustle is real, but the victory is sweet
We are dancing on the pavement, feeling the heat
Chop life with the money that we make from the grind
Leaving all the sorrow and the shadows far behind
I remember the days when the pocket was dry
But I kept on moving, I never asked them why
Enugu to Lagos, the mission remains
Breaking all the limits, breaking all the chains
I see the vision clear, like an eagle in the air
Even when the road is rough, I show them that I care
No shortcut to glory, no magic in the pot
I am working every minute, giving all that I have got
Omo, we are chasing the light, we are taking the lead
This is a hustler’s testimony, planted like a seed
Chai, the hustle is real, but the victory is sweet
We are dancing on the pavement, feeling the heat
Chop life with the money that we make from the grind
Leaving all the sorrow and the shadows far behind
Ah ah, the climb is hard but the view is worth the pain
Dancing in the sunshine, dancing in the rain
Omalicha life, we are living it loud
Standing on the summit, making the family proud
So raise a glass of palm wine to the ones on the street
To the ones who refuse to admit any defeat
It is a marathon race, it is a steady-steady flow
Watch the garden of the hustler start to blossom and grow
Nna, the grace is sufficient, the victory is won
We are shining like the morning, shining like the sun
Omo, we are chasing the light, we are taking the lead
This is a hustler’s testimony, planted like a seed
Chai, the hustle is real, but the victory is sweet
We are dancing on the pavement, feeling the heat
Chop life with the money that we make from the grind
Leaving all the sorrow and the shadows far behind
Chop life, keep the vision clear
Nothing to fear, the victory is here
Oya, let the guitars play
We are winning every single day
Yeah, hustler's anthem!