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Who Know You? 1 by Sellu

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Who Know You? 1

hip-hop,both vocals

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Lyrics
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(Intro – spoken)
Yo…
It’s funny how they told me,
“Get your degree—sky’s the limit.”
But now I’m here…
And the sky feels real low.
Sierra Leone… listen.
(Verse 1)
Graduated, cap high, head full of dreams,
Mama say, “Boy, you gon’ shine, you gon’ beam!”
I had visions of boardrooms, suits so clean,
But reality hit hard—life ain’t what it seems.
Applications stacked, CV on point,
Hustlin’ every day, man I’m tryna anoint
My destiny, my grind, my rightful place,
But all I see’s closed doors slammed in my face.
They say:
“Na who know you? Who go put you inside?”
If you nor get connection, you dey for outside.
Degrees dey pile up, but hope dey thin,
Hunger knocking steady, how I for win?
(Chorus)
I had dreams to fly, touch the sky, live high,
But the system broken, leave me dry, wonder why.
In this game where the truth’s hard to survive,
If you no sabi person, how you go thrive?
“Who know you?”—that’s the question they throw,
In Salone, talent slow, but connection go glow.
Dreams on hold, but I still dey try,
‘Cause a real soldier fall but never die.
(Verse 2)
Four years in the books, sleepless nights, I was real,
First-class mind, but the market kill the zeal.
See me walking streets with my file in hand,
Where opportunity’s rare like diamonds in sand.
I dey vex, I dey stress, but I nor dey give in,
Even though na “man padi” na e dey win.
Dem say, “Go do politics or sabi some chief,”
but I still dey chase dreams, even drowning in grief.
I see youth dem frustrated, trapped in the maze,
Brains dey waste, talent dey fade in the haze.
But me—
I go push, I go build from the ground,
Even if na small steps, I go stand my ground.
(Chorus repeat)
I had dreams to fly, touch the sky, live high,
but the system broken, leave me dry, wonder why.
In this game where the truth’s hard to survive,
If you no sabi person, how you go thrive?
“Who know you?”—that’s the question they throw,
in Salone, talent slow, but connection go glow.
Dreams on hold, but I still dey try,
‘Cause a real soldier fall but never die.
(Outro – spoken softly)
To all the dreamers wey still dey hustle…
One day, the system go change.
Till then—
We rise, we grind, we survive.
Who know you? I know me.