When tori hit town
Na my matter be news
I no talk am, e no go end well
Disgrace full face but time go clear shame
School no gree me rub shoulder with my mate
If you no hustle at all na wen you come late
Night and day be my witness I no hustle less
Wen jungle go mature na UK go be my bus stop
I rather make mama smile than to round chain for neck
Because money no be man friend so bros what next
Love na story Wey the teller never see the end
But en dey always party with dose Wey money dey their end
Belema I love you but my pocket say that's not enough
Your mama no go smile if tie no dey my neck
The future no go bright if the present dark
For my reminder female age dey count geometrically..
Situation dey rough pastors dey buy jet
Amen na the hope of masses to fill their wallet
The street still remains home for citizens
