Street grind no time if we cry (cry)
For Ross Max
We dey hustle every night under the sky (sky)
Yeah
Get more money money no romance (no romance)
Work hard, play hard, that's the dance
Street grind, street grind
Pocket full, girl full, we no dey decline
From rags to the state, we dey shine
Hard work plus street smart, that's the design
Early morning, sun hot, I dey move
No provider, just susu, got nothing to lose
Corner shop to the block, we dey push the food
Police dey come, scatter like man shoot
Street life teach me, no fi trust easy
One eye open, sleep with one eye busy
Cos the money calling so my phone never off
From Kumasi streets to the world, we are boss
Girl come around when her pocket dey fat
She say"baby you fine" but she like the cash
I give her one night, one time, no attach
Tomorrow me gone, the grind no fi slack
Yeah
Street grind no time if we cry (cry)
We dey hustle every night under the sky (sky)
Yeah
