Omo Street Anthem

Wake up, choose wahala

Phone ring, small palava

Still grace, still my matter

Still me, omo, still badder

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

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

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