Hostler man

See, early mornin’, I dey rise up
No food chop, but the dream no go dry up
Streets hard, chale, life be survival
Hustle for the bread, every day be revival

I no get degree, but I get sense
I dey grind legit, I no dey do pretense
From Makola to Kantamanto
Dey sell small tins, make the fam no go suffer

Mama dey pray, papa no dey
So I carry load, I no fit delay
Pressure from life, but I still dey smile
Cos one day I go make am, no be now, e be while

[Hook]
I be hustler man, I dey fight for the plan
Feeding my fam, no be scam, understand
From dawn to dusk, I dey hustle for the trust
No shortcut, only God I dey trust

[Verse 2]
Chale, I dey waka under sun and rain
Sometime sef, the body dey feel the pain
But I no complain, cos I get mission
Money slow, but e sure pass magician

Dem dey see drip, dem no see the sweat
Dem dey flex online, but me I dey sweat
I go stack am small-small, one day e go full
No dey mock the boy, cos I dey play by rule

See the system hard, but I get strong mind
Na me go rise, even if dem blind
Family dey my back, so I no go fall
I go stand tall, make I break that wall

[Hook]
I be hustler man, I dey fight for the plan
Feeding my fam, no be scam, understand
From dawn to dusk, I dey hustle for the trust
No shortcut, only God I dey trust

[Outro]
Yeah, this be the voice of the street
From Accra to Tamale, we dey stand on our feet
No shame in hustle, we dey grind for better
Everyday we dey chase that chedda