Trench Kid Crayon (NGA) (Ft. Oxlade)

Nwanne
Crayway

I no pray make them born me for hood oh
But, I no get choice oh
From Orile-Igannmu, down to Ọjọ oh
I remember 2015 oh, I was depressed oh
I was a broken crayon, I still dey colour oh (Still dey colour ye ye ye ye)
Miokinsumoji, everyday for Taleloju
Hmmm, Ti alẹ loju, I dey trek from Ọjọ Barracks de Iyana-Iba oh
Kowope, I dey tamọ korope
As the first born of the house, my mama gats dey on fresh

I be trench kid, ọmọ adugbo
I no fit give up, if I give up, I fuck up oh le le le le
I bе trench kid, ọmọ adugbo
I no fit sleep, if I sleep off, I fuck up on my ten toes
I bе trench kid, ọmọ adugbo
I no fit give up, if I give up, I fuck up oh le le le le
I be trench kid, ọmọ adugbo
I no fit sleep, if I sleep off, I fuck up on my ten toes

Ṣi posi, when I first turn to osanle
I dey try one or two things, dey double my hustle, to run my race oh
'Cause back then, all of the fame and the money never come my way
I been dey squat lodo Ọjabe
And if I go chop, na for Naya place
'Cause you know say para dey
Mo kin sun mọju, everyday we dey burnii candle
Mo ma n ronu mọju, I dey trek go Lere Barracks, Ojuẹlẹgba oh
Kowope, I dey tamọ Korope
As the first born of the house, my mama no go lack bread oh