INDD ft. Dani Silva

When man fall down and no cash for hand When man suffer they know they there

When I dey puff my loud dey go through trauma And my pocket cast dem know dey there

Now dem dey shock as dey see me dey shine All dem bad people dem dey ask God why oh why

It takes grace to survive But all thanks to my God

Now I done G'dop, I no fi talk Nothing dey sub, drink water, drop cup

I done dey meet up, I got my knees up I no fi beg you for waitin I wan chop

Who get money pass me no concern me As far as I get my daily bread to eat

I dey try for myself, I dey stand on two feet

Who dey plan bad for me, e go end for six feet

I no dey dread, As my eyes,Dey red I carry my hustle for head