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Finallyđź‘» by Arda

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Finallyđź‘»

Drill And Afrobeats,Male (17-Year-Old) Vocals

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[Production note: Verses driven by 140–145 BPM drill (hard 808s, syncopated hi-hats). Chorus swings into warm Afrobeats groove with plucked guitars, light percussion, call‑and‑response ad‑libs.]
(Intro)
Yeah — ah — finally
From Surulere nights to Lekki lights, yeah
Seventeen on the rise — whoa
(Verse 1 — Drill grit)
Staccato steps, Third Mainland in my rearview
Night runs in sneakers, cold breaths, clear view
Studio till dawn, Allen Ave, headphones loud
Counting small wins, stacking paper, steady, proud
No cap, I flipped a corner shop hustle into sound
From street corner prayers to a crowd that surrounds
Flash from camera phones, fake claps, real scars
I learned to read the room — know the snakes from the stars
Heart heavy but my ledger steady, kept the books tight
Mama’s rent paid, little bro eating right at night
They wanna see the shine, they don’t see the midnight fights
I move like I’m older — wisdom in seventeen flights
(Pre‑Chorus — melodic, short)
Fame hit the door, I opened with two hands (ah)
Kept my circle trimmed, investments in plans (eh)
From Naira to pounds, I change the stance (woo)
Call my future in, watch the money dance (hey!)
(Chorus — Afrobeats warmth / Call & Response)
Finally — I’m on, Naira to pounds, no more hide (They sing: "Finally")
Surulere nights to Heathrow flights, I glide (They shout: "We ride")
Mama crying tears, see the skyline of my life (She prays: "My son")
Finally — we eatin’ right, lights bright, no more strife (Ah!)
(Ad‑lib tag) — "Finally!" / "Ah!" / "We up!" / "Woo!"
(Verse 2 — Drill grit, sharper imagery)
Chains flash but I bank the chips — ledger over flex
Kept receipts for every move, built checks, no debts
Sessions at midnight, engineer nods, caffeine steam
Mixtape to mainstage — now they chant my name in dreams
I remember empty plates, late buses, wrong turns
Now it’s passport stamps, Murtala to London, the world learns
Paparazzi flashes, new faces with thin smiles
Guard the heart like the cash, calculate every mile
I bought mama a flat — Lekki view, morning sun
Paid my teacher back, gave my coach a running fund
I’m seventeen but I sign like a man, pen steady, done
Future sewn in the seams — legacy begun
(Pre‑Chorus — melodic)
Lights hit my face, I steady like a prayer (whoa)
Kept the circle small, only real ones there (say my name)
From street beats to worldwide plays, we somewhere (we somewhere)
Turned late nights to flight rights — God did the repair
(Chorus — Afrobeats warmth / Call & Response)
Finally — I’m on, Naira to pounds, no more hide (They sing: "Finally")
Surulere nights to Heathrow flights, I glide (They shout: "We ride")
Mama crying tears, see the skyline of my life (She prays: "My son")
Finally — we eatin’ right, lights bright, no more strife (Ah!)
(Bridge — reflective, mature)
Fame comes with forks — two roads in my lane
Friends change for gain, whispers call my name
I choose receipts over rumors, loyalty over fame
Teach the young ones hustle smart, not just the game
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