BOTEGA (23:25)

Verse 1: From the streets, we dey rise, no dey fall, Gutter to glory, we go answer the call. Sweat for my face, but my eyes on the bag, Every night we dey pray, make we no drag. Omo Oba, but I hustle like slave, No food for lazy, so I grind to the grave. Area boys dey, but my focus no shake, Dreams too big, say na God go make. Life be like race, but the road no smooth, Potholes and pain, still we gats to move. Mama dey pray, say her pikin go shine, So I carry my cross, make I no decline. Chorus: Hustle go pay, e go pay one day, Grind for the night, sun go shine for day. No matter the pain, we go fight, we go stay, Omo Oba, hustle go pay! Hustle go pay, e go pay one day, From the bottom to the top, we go find our way. No matter the storm, we go stand, we go slay, Omo Oba, hustle go pay! Verse 2: Dem say make I stop, but my heart no gree, Na me and my God, we dey run this street. From Ajegunle to Lagos, we dey push am raw, No shortcut to glory, I dey break the law. Hunger dey bite, but my spirit no bend, Every kobo I get, na my sweat I spend. Brothers wey fall, I dey carry their dreams, For the ones wey believe, we go build the team. Area scatter, but my vision clear, No fear for my heart, I dey conquer fear. Dem laugh when I start, now dem wan relate, But my story too deep, dem no fit translate. Chorus: Hustle go pay, e go pay one day, Grind for the night, sun go shine for day. No matter the pain, we go fight, we go stay, Omo Oba, hustle go pay! Hustle go pay, e go pay one day, From the bottom to the top, we go find our way. No matter the storm, we go stand, we go slay, Omo Oba, hustle go pay! Bridge: Oluwa dey my back, so I no fit fail, Storm fit dey come, but my ship go sail. For the boys wey dey grind, keep your head up high, Every tear wey you cry, e go turn to smile. Street no be bed, but we sleep for hope, Rope fit dey tight, but we no go choke. From the dust we go rise, make the world dey gaze, Hustle go pay, na the street we raise! Chorus: Hustle go pay, e go pay one day, Grind for the night, sun go shine for day. No matter the pain, we go fight, we go stay, Omo Oba, hustle go pay! Hustle go pay, e go pay one day, From the bottom to the top, we go find our way. No matter the storm, we go stand, we go slay, Omo Oba, hustle go pay! Outro: Yeah, for the street, we dey sing this one, Otega vibe, we go shine like sun. No matter the hustle, keep your grind on lock, Omo Oba, we go climb that rock!