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Lyrics
[Intro (spoken)]
Yeah
Another night, another bag
Street no dey pity nobody
If you slack, dem go pass you
[Hook (chanty, catchy)]
No dey look face, I dey chase paper
From gutter nights to skyscraper
Dem been laugh when I no get data
Now dem dey DM like “my bro, remember?”
No dey look face, mind your lane
Pressure turn diamond from pain
If money talk, I translate
Street certify, I don graduate
[Verse 1]
I come from where hunger dey humble your pride
Mama say “pray”, street say “hustle or die”
I no be saint, I no be shy
If you cross my line, better read between signs
Eyes red but my spirit clean
Bad belle full town, I still dey win
I dey stack small small, brick by brick
Now my name ring bell for VIP
Dem dey talk plenty, zero action
I dey move weight like gym subscription
No co-sign, no validation
Just hard work and mad dedication
[Pre-Hook]
Dem say “bro slow down” — I no fit
I don see broke nights, PTSD shit
Every move now calculated
If e no bring money, e overrated
[Hook]
No dey look face, I dey chase paper
From gutter nights to skyscraper
Dem been laugh when I no get data
Now dem dey DM like “my bro, remember?”
No dey look face, mind your lane
Pressure turn diamond from pain
If money talk, I translate
Street certify, I don graduate
[Verse 2 (more aggressive)]
I no dey beg, I dey bill
If e no add value, I dey chill
Fake love smell from afar
Same people wan follow when you shine like star
I dey run am up, no relay
Bad energy, I press mute, no replay
My grind loud, I no need PA
I don suffer pass what dem dey say
Bitch say she love my accent
But na the lifestyle dey cause attraction
From okada dreams to German engine
Now my story dey motivate captions
[Bridge (melodic, Afro feel)]
If I fall today, I go rise tomorrow
Street teach me joy, street teach me sorrow
No shortcuts, I pay my dues
Now the game dey ask me “who be you?”
[Final Hook (bigger, chantable)]
No dey look face, I dey chase paper
Blood, sweat, tears for the elevator
No dey look face, I dey chase paper
From nobody to main character
No dey look face — mind your lane
Pressure turn diamond from pain
If money talk, I translate
Street certify, I don graduate
[Outro]
Yeah
If you know, you know
Street no be classroom
But the lesson deep
Details
GeneratedJan 28, 2026
Duration2:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gritty Nigerian street-hop beat with hard drums, dark melodies, and confident, chant-heavy vocals.
Credits
Prompt by
JonnyOnit
JonnyOnitModelAria v5
