Delé - BRO

Bro Na where you Dey hurry Dey go?
You wanna make money
You wanna be lit
You wanna be killing these shows
But you gotta take it slow
Cause this shit a lonely road
You gotta open your eyes
Don't let 'em take your soul
Everybody hated my like Chris
Back then they were taking a piss
Radio wasn't playing my shit
From the streets I went legit
Learned the business
And built that shit
From the ground
Till I found a hit
I remember then
I be Dey stress
Sapa and co
Be dey hold me for neck
Money make Amaka
Loose respect for me
Because of things
When I be no get
Now a days she feeling regret
Cause she see everything don set
Now when I post
She dey run dey check
I guess it's just part of life
Most of em no go Dey
on the ride with you
Survive with you
And strive with you
And die with you
There's only a few
But don't let 'em lie to you
They may come as friends to you
They showing love in front of you
Behind your back exposing you
So I chose my solitude
Now I don't mean to be rude
But ho I ain't fucking with you
Bro Na where you Dey hurry Dey go?
You wanna make money
You wanna be lit
You wanna be killing these shows
But you gotta take it slow
Cause this shit a lonely road
You gotta open your eyes
Don't let 'em take your soul

Written by:
Samuel Ayevbosa Adjejevbe

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