[Lyric] Mr Local (Datriller Chevborg)

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Glossy J
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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 richеs
If you don’t have any bitch, believе 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