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Ahha, ahh, ahhh (Ehh)
Omo the street no dey sleep!
We dey rise every morning, e no easy!
Fake love no fit chain my vision, o (Ehh)
Sound the alarm — real ones still grinding!
I give my trust, they play me like dice
Turn my pain to prayer, now I'm cold like ice
I see fake love smile, but e get disguise
But my hustle dey loud, and the money dey rise
I go where the blessings flow
No time for stress, I dey chase my goal
No love wey fit stop my dough
They no dey show up when pockets low
Now I know — love no sure like my grind, oh
I dey shine — no be luck, na design, oh
Everything I want, I go find, oh
Na the street teach me — no rewind, oh!
Fake love, real hustle!
Steady on my feet, no shuffle
From the dust, I build castle
We dey move like thunder, no muzzle
Fake love, real hustle!
Every scar be my muscle
Now the boy don turn idol
They go shout "Emanvee, you trouble!"
Wake up every day, my lane clear
I see them try block me, I no fear
Omo hustle pay, no love affair
Na vision I marry, I swear
I thank God for the setback, now I'm wise
Turn the heartbreak to my enterprise
No stress, no sleep, just sacrifice
Now the sound dey loud like paradise!
Ahh! (Ehh!)
We no stop till we rise (Yeah!)
Ahh! (Ehh!)
Hustle go sweet when it's time (Yeeh!)
Ahh! (Ehh!)
From fake love to the prize (Yeah!)
Ahh! (Ehh!)
Real ones dey multiply!
Ehh, ahh — street dey talk my name
From the struggle to the fame
Emanvee no fit change
Real hustle, same flame!