Mr Local (feat. Glossy J)

Wo Glossy J Humm D C Them dey look down on us, cos we ghetto kids We nor get money but believe me, but we get dreams So we keep the hustle real and everything else I have got make it on my own, cos I ain’t got nobody here Just like the moving train, I had to move on Doe the dreams are thigh, I need to hold on This is just my starting point, you haven't seen it all I need more money so I had to worked more They said good name, is far better than riches If you don’t have any bitch, believe me you are finished Faith is the victory, that overcomes the world Success is not by chance, bros na by hard work I was warned never to fight over money, liquor or girls Cos these are the three things that can put down great men So for those who have ears motherfucker let them hear Stop asking me if I am ready, I was born prepared No one is going to pick up, until you make the right call Religion and politics, has totally divided us I heard everything follows, when you seek God I am having few questions to ask, when I see God Tell the sun and the moon, Make them shine on I nor sabi pray, I nor be Simon Na your grace, wey I stand on Send me light, make I shine on Tell the sun and the moon, Make them shine on I nor sabi pray, I nor be Simon Na your grace, wey I stand on Send me light, make I shine on I still dey pray Make you guild my way Make my hustle pay Say I nor go fail I still dey pray Make you guild my way Make my hustle pay Say I nor go fail See God nor be say I wan tell you say, you nor know watin you dey do But he get so many things for this life, when I nor like how he take dey Those when dey do clean job, nor be always get better pay Them say till I go Ijebuode, say my music go pay Watin dy play Sha na so we go take dey Na we dey do the hard work na others dey get the pay Oluwa as I dey hustle, na so I take dey pray And if I dey miss my track, put me back for my lane I know say na time he go take, but nor be today I be start At this time of my life, this nor be watin I plan As he come be now, he come be like say I dey waist my time According to Skepta i don’t count my days, I make my days count Those when mock me, Oluwa shame them Those when dey pray for me, Chineke bless them Wipe away my tears, Oluwa make me smile This my little light, I just want make he shine You call me local you call me fake ass But here and there they want to hear my vocals I am local broadcaster Call me Mr local You call me local you call me fake ass But here and there they want to hear my broadcast I am local broadcaster Call me Mr local I still dey pray Make you guild my way Make my hustle pay Say I nor go fail I still dey pray Make you guild my way Make my hustle pay Say I nor go fail