Oh Lord

Oh, Lord (H3 Music)

They don't know nothing

It's your boy Corizo (it's Bobmix)

This street is not friendly like essential dog dey harsh

The struggle be like scabies, e they body they crash

Oh, Lord, I come here with full force like rain wey thunder follow

Na your grace I take stand, without you I for don fall oh

Oh, Lord, my mama don try, make she still ball na

No be crime if she collect money from pikin wey she still born na

I wan fight poverty, secure the bag

Like Mortal Combat, Lord, you go tell me finish am

Baba na you start am, and I know say you go finish am

Oh, Lord, like this I dey your poultry, I wan be that big fowl, so

Feed me the finisher

Na money wey no dey they make guys they backstab

That money wey no they go make your girlfriend turn relationship to drama

'Cause guy wey get money pass you don dey, so she wan dey act

Here no be exam, no true or false, that one na fact

So baba give the cheese, make I chop the money like rat

I wan make my matter spread, follow Benin like mat

I came here for the honey, stealing from the bee

Putting this words together like is a spelling bee

I'm sticking with the A-team, forget about the B

And I like it like that, feeling like I'm Cardi B

Poverty na fire, e dey body hot like sun

Baba na your hand e dey, hear the cry of your son

Nigerian keeps fucking me over, e no wan gree cum

Na small thing remain for your boy to carry gun

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Oh Lord

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Oh Lord, oh Lord (hear the cry of your son)

Oh Lord, oh Lord (I don too bored, I be terrorist?)

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Oh, Lord, as I dey yarn, abeg dey jott am down

I don't tired for 15k palm, I wan still wear Jordan

Boys dey vex, see the wey Oromi boys dey worry oh

Their money long die, you go, think say na lorry oh

You said if we ask, it shall be given to us

Na him make I come your presence with full speed like say I be horse

Take my question paper now, begin answer my prayers

Drop your blessings like bomb, make a begin scatter my area

I get the talent but no money to push am

Like pregnant women, Lord, give me strength make I fit push na

Life e be like carriage, no allow my mate pass me

Anything wey enemies dey plan, make e dey pass me

Make no dem dey stand for my matter like make we dey crash, dey want make I fall

Lord pump me, keep me make I continue to dey ball

This like na game, successful I wan dey pass the stage

I wan they see changes like girl wey dey puberty stage

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Oh Lord

Oh Lord, oh Lord (we be voice of the street)

Oh Lord, oh Lord (na the prayer of the street)

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Oh Lord, oh Lord

I wan submit my question paper now, Lord, result come give me the first

I take my time is here, so, if you no answer my prayers me I go vex

Lord dem get two head, no be the same press na we dey press?

Make the mix still drop for me, 'cause this hustle e be like breast

I know I'm a sinner, I dey do bad like say I be winch

But I go change, las las na water me I go preach

Lord, nobody is perfect, they said perfect with wipes

'Cause that one dey bleach

She drop one, she go drop again na tradition

Wetin you believe go favour you (update you hear)

Keep grinding, keep praying

God go do am, e no dey hide am so

He just wan see how you patient reach

No be sey we no know shortcut, but we no wan ball for two years

On God