🎵 “Voice of the Hustle” — Swifty Billions

🎵 “Voice of the Hustle” — Swifty Billions (Afrobeat Rap | No Chorus) (Intro – Spoken) Yeah… This one na for every hustler wey dey chase dream, No hook, no chorus — just real bars and steam. Swifty Billions pon the mic — make dem feel am. Ayy, leggo… --- (Verse 1) Came from the gutter but I move with grace, No food for table but I still dey chase, Poverty no fit write for my face, I dey run my lane with divine embrace. Mama dey pray, “Make my boy dey grow,” She know say life get highs and low, I no get light, but I still dey glow, Now I’m in rooms where the big men show. Street no sweet, but e teach me sense, Pain no loud, but e build defense, Dreams too tall, dem dey call am tense, But I break every wall like I break the fence. Now I dey chill where the breeze dey blow, Counting my wins like I plant and sow, See as I shine, dem dey ask who know, Swifty Billions, that’s the glow. --- (Verse 2) I remember nights wey my hope dey thin, Writing lyrics under lantern dim, No AC, just faith and dream, But I still spit bars, still chase my scheme. Dem laugh when I talk say I go reign, Dem mock, but I use that pain, Turn am to flame, now I break that chain, See me now, I dey ride my lane. I no need luck, I get pure grind, No dey look back, I face front line, Destiny talk say this crown na mine, Even when broke, I still shine fine. Dem no believe till the boy blow loud, Now every stage, I dey draw big crowd, From Aba to Lagos, my name dey sound, Swifty Billions, the king unbound. --- (Verse 3) Look into my eyes, you go see my fight, Darkest nights still birth my light, Every wrong step still turn out right, ‘Cause I move with God, I no need might. Many fall off ‘cause dem fear the heat, Me I still dey dance for the toughest beat, Life no fair but I still compete, Dreams too sweet, I no go retreat. Dem dey form boss but dem still dey fake, Dem dey talk loud but their soul dey shake, I dey stay true, no time to snake, Loyalty deep, no heart to break. I dey move clean with my solid team, Big dream heavy like a laser beam, No dey beg love, I dey build my theme, From the block to the world, I redeem. --- (Verse 4) They call me Swifty, the voice of the trench, Flow so deep, e dey drench the bench, Bars too tight, e go wrench the wrench, Still I stand tall, no need defense. Na grace and hustle, combo tight, Vision dey clear even through the night, If I fall today, I go rise with might, Every setback just dey fuel my fight. Dem say “Na small boy,” but I carry weight, Lyrics too strong, I dey shift their fate, From the local scene to the global gate, Swifty no dey rush, I dey calculate. Money go come, but I stay humble, If you too loud, you go surely stumble, Life na dice, and I no dey fumble, King for my lane, I no dey grumble. --- (Verse 5) Now I dey vibe with the top elite, Still show love to the boys on street, Every bar I drop, e dey sound complete, No hook, no chorus, still elite. Dem dey wonder how I keep so fly, Even when broke, I dey touch the sky, ‘Cause my spirit strong, I no fit die, I be eagle born — I was born to try. Music na weapon, I use am wise, Truth for my tongue, I no wear disguise, Every word I spit, e dey monetize, ‘Cause real no fade, no matter the size. Na the same boy from the back of class, Now I teach flow like a masterclass, From the bottom, I dey rise so fast, Swifty Billions, the first and last. --- (Outro – Spoken & Flow) Yeah… No chorus needed, no hook required, Just the story of the street, inspired and wired. From the dust, I built my fire, Swifty Billions — the name never tired. Real rap, real life, Afro born survivor, Still I dey smile, still I dey higher. Voice of the hustle — forever louder. --- 🔥 Written and performed by: Swifty Billions Genre: Afrobeat Rap / Street Poetry Theme: Struggle, growth, confidence, destiny.