[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Shatta Wale!
Mi come from di ghetto, mi no fear no man,
From di street life, we rise, we stand!
This one fi all mi street people, you know!
Mi go tell yuh di truth!
[Verse 1]
Mi come from di ghetto, life hard, we still dey survive,
Nuff man dead, nuff man fall, but we still alive.
Mi no have no silver spoon, mi no born with wealth,
Mi learn fi hustle on di street, fi better health.
Mi mama pray fi mi, she want mi to rise,
But mi on di street, where man no sympathize.
People hustle hard, them chasing paper,
Life so cruel, some turn to faker.
[Pre-Chorus]
But mi no give up, mi no run from di fight,
Di street a mi home, mi go shine through di night.
Dem say survival of di fittest, di fittest win,
So mi stick to mi roots, never let di struggle begin.
[Chorus]
Life on di street, man a hustle fi di bread,
Di struggle real, some live in dread.
But mi keep pushing, mi keep moving ahead,
Every step mi tek, mi heart full of dread.
Life on di street, we never back down,
We fight hard, mi no wear no crown.
From di bottom to di top, mi still a hold di ground,
Street life, hard life, but mi no gonna drown.
[Verse 2]
Mi friend dem get shot, mi see di pain,
But mi still rise, mi push through di rain.
Mi learn fi survive, mi learn fi fight,
Di street no kind, it’s a daily plight.
Man a hustle hard, sometimes we tek risk,
Some sell di weed, some take di brisk.
But mi no judge, we all have a dream,
To leave di struggle and step in di beam.
[Pre-Chorus]
But mi no forget where mi come from,
Mi roots so deep, mi can't run.
Mi know di pain, mi know di stress,
But mi rise, mi rise above di mess.
[Chorus]
Life on di street, man a hustle fi di bread,
Di struggle real, some live in dread.
But mi keep pushing, mi keep moving ahead,
Every step mi tek, mi heart full of dread.
Life on di street, we never back down,
We fight hard, mi no wear no crown.
From di bottom to di top, mi still a hold di ground,
Street life, hard life, but mi no gonna drown.
[Bridge]
From di gutter to di top, man a climb slow,
But we keep the fire burning, we never let it go.
Di struggle on di street, yeah, we feel di pain,
But we rise again, we ain’t afraid of di rain.
[Chorus]
Life on di street, man a hustle fi di bread,
Di struggle real, some live in dread.
But mi keep pushing, mi keep moving ahead,
Every step mi tek, mi heart full of dread.
Life on di street, we never back down,
We fight hard, mi no wear no crown.
From di bottom to di top, mi still a hold di ground,
Street life, hard life, but mi no gonna drown.
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, Shatta Wale,
From di street, we rise, no looking back.
Mi tell dem, life on di street, mi nah turn back,
We keep moving, keep fighting, we never slack.
