Tuff killy - Hustle and God
Woma me biibi ndiaaAnka ade nkyemee
Day break again
Ato me ne adwendwen
Be on my grind
Ne3 medi mbome
God gave me life
And I woke up like this
Obra 3b) makyi
But I can't fold
Can afford to give up
Mama I need this doh
This holes in my pocket
Will never show
I put my pain on beat
I give the street hope
F this Dbez wei de claim street
Me ho 3fii buh mako clean
Same vision,different path
I still gah de dream
Obra no whe me d3biaa
Buh I hardly screaaaam
Mama am sorry for this lifestyle
Without this shid we can't survive
Am doing this till my last sight
Igah no one
Only got this mic
Woma me biibi ndiaa Nka ade nkye mee
Day break again ato me ne Adwendwen
Be on my bring nea3 medi mbo me
God gave me life
And I wake up like this
De throwing shade on my name
De say I ant for the fame
Am really tired of de games
I can't afford this pains
Am so scared to fail
Don't wanna loose my name
Am on my knees I pray
And anytime I say
4 4 God on my chest
3k)m de me ,Ano come impress
Written by:
Kodua Wilfred
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