(Oya, listen up)
(See gobe, but we move)
Ehen, you know how e dey be for Lagos
When the silence just too much
I wake up for morning, check my phone
NEPA don take light, I dey sit all alone
My generator just dey cough like old man
I carry my fuel can, trekking to the land
But I no fit dull, I carry my dream
Even when the butter no dey for the cream
I tell my brother, man no be wood
If you see me for street, just know I look good
Omo, the hustle is real, but the spirit is high
We dey climb the ladder, we go touch the sky
No dulling, no shaking, we go pass the test
Even with the wahala, we give it our best
(E choke!)
Yeah, we give it our best
Traffic for Third Mainland, sun dey burn skin
Counting my blessings, ignoring the sin
Some days I feel heavy, like I wan just fall
But I look at the future, I stand ten feet tall
No be luck, na the sweat wey we pour for the floor
Every little jara, we dey ask for some more
Omo, the hustle is real, but the spirit is high
We dey climb the ladder, we go touch the sky
No dulling, no shaking, we go pass the test
Even with the wahala, we give it our best
(E choke!)
Step by step, the road long
But the melody sweet, yeah the story strong
No matter the weather, we stay holding on
Till the day break, till the new dawn
So when you see me smiling, know the weight wey I carry
Like a seasoned warrior, I no dey ever tarry
Keep the fire burning, let the vision dey clear
We go conquer the doubt, we go conquer the fear
Omo, the hustle is real, but the spirit is high
We dey climb the ladder, we go touch the sky
No dulling, no shaking, we go pass the test
Even with the wahala, we give it our best
(E choke!)
We dey move, yeah
No dulling, no shaking
Just the hustle and the grace
Omo, the hustle is real
(Fade out with soft talking drum)