paroles de chanson Hustle & Ambition - Efya , Lyrical Joe

Beast (Y, ooh)
(F-Y) realized that I have a rule (A, eh)
(F-Y, mmm, E-F-Y-A) mmm

Life is like onion
It can make you cry, and it has different layers
But everyday I talk to God
Hoping Heaven will hear us
Strengthen the wings of my angels
So they can fly with my prayers

Hustle and ambition
Came up from a place where betrayal was tradition
I know my heart is pure, oh Lord, I'm just praying
I don't wanna feed my demons, take me out of hell's Kitchen
Over here be cold, but I'm heating up the mission
And they sell we out cheaply, but no one buying
Tell my people yɛbɛyɛ yie o, ansa na yɛakɔ yɛn kra akyi o
If you're ever feeling poor, I just hope I'm reaching your soul

Ghetto youth, we team up and we reach for them goals
Born without a silver spoon, but still we get gold
Never feed on negativity like hungry souls
We iron every issue out, and so we don't fold
Wey I no dey like make nobody come and worry me
I journey as a man, this is he on a story
I switch off all my phones if I see the issues calling
I know trouble looking for me, but I'm looking for the money too

And so, my guy, we dey keep dey go
'Til everybody knows the story, oh, whoa-whoa-whoa
And so, my guy, we dey keep dey go
'Til everybody knows the story, oh
Whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa, mama, don't cry
Whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa, mama, don't cry

'Cause pikin dey hustle, 'cause pikin dey grind
How pikin go make am? Make you no dey mind
'Cause pikin dey hustle, 'cause pikin dey grind
How pikin go make am? Make you no dey mind

'Cause (whoa-whoa) pikin dey hustle (whoa)
'Cause pikin (whoa) dey grind
How pikin go make am? (Mama, don't cry)
Make you no dey mind
'Cause (whoa-whoa) pikin dey hustle (whoa)
'Cause pikin (whoa) dey grind
How pikin go make am? (Mama, don't cry)
Make you no dey mind

Can heaven hear us, 'cause I know hell does?
More of us came from a place where life is dirty
And you die in dust
Them people finding loop holes when they try to read my palms
And it says that's where me and Jesus crossed path
But all these rollies I don't trust, I just wait for God's time
My listeners are family, every line is a bloodline
I was underground as gold, and all I wanted was mine
So I had to dig deeper until mine became mine

I come from nothing, but I'll keep coming 'til I'm able to say
Ei B, you see my D? E be E and F, G, H
Rap game up, we just started, but devil wants to wrap us up
Inheriting Heaven, the only way God is giving me out
At a point I was stressing, my throat was going through a lot
Swallowin' my pride while I was choaking on my food for thoughts
Wanted the music to travel so much, it took a toll on us
Offering a lot, they should have made a church bowl for us

RIPs, but this is not what agriculture logic said
Reaper reapin' what he didn't sow until the farm will shred
It happened so much, we got numb 'til we never care
Never got emotional at funerals. feelings are dead
Urgh, but we are bold, we won't fold, we are gold 'til we old
We are everything we're worth (everything we're worth)
No tattoos, but I'm inking this thoughts on my body of work

And so, my guy, we dey keep dey go
'Til everybody knows the story, oh, whoa-whoa-whoa
And so, my guy, we dey keep dey go
'Til everybody knows the story, oh
Whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa, mama, don't cry
Whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa, mama, don't cry

'Cause pikin dey hustle, 'cause pikin dey grind
How pikin go make am? Make you no dey mind
'Cause pikin dey hustle, 'cause pikin dey 'grind'
How pikin go make am? Make you no dey mind

'Cause (whoa-whoa) pikin dey hustle (whoa)
'Cause pikin (whoa) dey 'grind'
How pikin go make am? (Mama, don't cry)
Make you no dey mind
'Cause (whoa-whoa) pikin dey hustle (whoa)
'Cause pikin (whoa) dey 'grind'
How pikin go make am? (Mama, don't cry)
Make you no dey mind