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Intro – half-spoken]

Yeah… Osunde type beat

Ibadan to the world, we never fold

Let’s go…

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

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

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

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

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

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.