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Lyrics
[Intro]
[low vocal register]
Wake up, choose wahala
Phone ring, small palava
Still grace, still my matter
Still me, omo, still badder
[Verse 1]
Came from where gen dey stutter
Where we count last cash like butter
Moms pray loud in the parlor
Say “my pikin, go shine, no fall o”
Sidewalk, slippers and dust
Now it's clean kicks, big rush
Still that boy from the block
Just add chain and one watch
[Chorus]
Omo, this my life, e no be demo
Everyday na fight, but we mellow
From the gutter to the stage, see the level
Omo street, omo street, we be rebel
Omo, this my life, e no be demo
Everyday na fight, but we mellow
From the gutter to the stage, see the level
Omo street, omo street, we be rebel
[Verse 2]
Soft voice, cold heart, I learned
Hungry days, long nights, I burned
Uber rides, big dreams, small seat
Now we pull up, whole crew, front seat
I still greet boys by the shop
Still buy drink for the block
If I blow, all man go chop
That’s that code we never drop
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 3, 2026
Duration1:59
LanguageTL
Style
rap, Moody Nigerian trap bounce with sparse, ominous keys and gliding bass. Male vocals, half-rapped, half-sung, pocketed tightly to a swung hi-hat grid. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and booming low end; verses stay minimal to spotlight attitude and slang. Occasional ad-libs drenched in delay, snare rolls to lift into each chorus.
Credits
Prompt byPhaserJazzy19
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Trap, Nigerian
