Lyrics Hustle - Pheelz

Intro
Na nana nana
Na nana nana
Prettie mama
Oluwa ti sope
Ama bimolemo
Amara moto

Oluwa ti sope ama kole mole amara moto
Oluwa ti sope ama bimolemo
Tuale to all′a them wey dey hustle for the streets
I say one day He go make you great He go add butter to your bread o
I see you crying cause you got no food to eat
Got no clothes to wear, you got no place to sleep
I say tuale to all'a them wey dey hustle for the streets
I say one day He go make you great He go add butter to your bread o
I say brother don′t cry, you can't put food on your table
Your wife dey ask you why cause it seems to her that you're lazy
You keep doing your best still e no dey pay
Every night and day you dey hustle for pay
He who sees your pain go reward with gain
One day your sun go shine
Your tunnel go end
And everything go bright
Never never loose hope still stand tall
Never never give up keep holding on eh
Keep holding on brother
Keep holding on

Oluwa ti sope ama kole mole amara moto
Oluwa ti sope ama bimolemo
Tuale to all′a them wey dey hustle for the streets
I say one day He go make you great He go add butter to your bread o
I see you crying cause you got no food to eat
Got no clothes to wear, you got no place to sleep
I say tuale to all′a them wey dey hustle for the streets
I say one day He go make you great He go add butter to your bread o
This song is for that market woman who lost all she has
She sells from dusk to dawn but still can't pay the fees for her son
This is a song for that orphan who thinks it′s over, mom and dad are no more
It's a song for the honest hustler, there′s joy to come
One day your sun go shine
Your tunnel go end
And everything go bright
Never never loose hope still stand tall
Never never give up keep holding on eh
Keep holding on brother
Keep holding on

Oluwa ti sope ama kole mole amara moto
Oluwa ti sope ama bimolemo
Tuale to all'a them wey dey hustle for the streets
I say one day He go make you great He go add butter to your bread o
I see you crying cause you got no food to eat
Got no clothes to wear, you got no place to sleep
I say tuale to all′a them wey dey hustle for the streets
I say one day He go make you great He go add butter to your bread o