street ot

Intro – half-spoken]
Yeah… Osunde type beat
Ibadan to the world, we never fold
Let’s go…
[Verse 1]
I’m from where NEPA dey play hide & seek with light
Where hustle no get holiday, no weekend, no night
Poly skirt & okada dust still live in my sights
Dreams too big for the budget, so we learn to fight
Mama prayers on repeat like Nokia ringtone
“Osunde no go join bad gang, make you no turn stone”
I seen boys turn ghost before dem even turn grown
So I carry my scars like receipt—proof I was shown
Dug holes with my pen when the shovel no reach
Planted bars in the dirt, now the whole street preach
They said “rap no dey pay” — watch how tables switch
Now my voice on their speakers while they stuck in the glitch
[Hook]
Still outside, still grinding, still alive (uh)
Bills tall like cocoa house, still I survive (yeah)
From Bodija to the globe, watch the plot twist
Osunde on the track — tell ‘em who run this
Still outside, still hungry, still real (real)
No cap in my raps, every bar stainless steel (brr)
They can doubt, they can hate, they can wish me ill
But the boy from the West still got mountains to kill
[Verse 2]
I dey sip garri & code when the data finish
Dreams buffering, but my spirit no diminish
Every “L” na lesson stitched into my English
Now my flow too cold, e dey give person shivers
Oyo boys don dey move like army of ants
Small circle, big plans, we no dey do transplant
If e no concern your pocket, why you dey dance?
Save that energy for when dem try to cut our plans
I no get rich uncle, no silver spoon starter
Just faith, bad mouth & one old Nokia charger
Turned pain to a chain, now the chain feel harder
Every link tell a story ‘bout a boy wey suffer
[Hook]
Still outside, still grinding, still alive (uh)
Bills tall like cocoa house, still I survive (yeah)
From Bodija to the globe, watch the plot twist
Osunde on the track — tell ‘em who run this
[Bridge – slower, intense]
They want the glow but dem no want the dark season
Want the fruit but dem no wan do the weeding
Want the crown but dem no wan face the beating
I earned every scar — that’s why this one different
[Last Hook – double time feel]
Still outside! Still hungry! Still real!
Still Osunde! Still fire! Still steel!
Tell the DJ run it back, make the speakers peel
Ibadan boy forever — this the victory reel
Yeah…
We never fold.
We never sold.
Still outside.
Facts.

amapiano