Till Thy Kingdom Come Lyrics

(Chech-da-producer)
(Chech-lo)
Oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh
Ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn-ahn-ahn

Say we dey try, na we dey come first
No reason am, you no be prophet
No kill yourself, you no fit perfect
You no fit compete, you no fit contest
It's not about the budget
How many racks go dey for pocket?
And for this life, me I be God sent
O gbe mi leke bi ti rocket

See now the gbẹdu don land
And when they dance, they dance it one time
Original, the gbẹdu don cast
For my side, na plenty wonders
Many kilometers
Energy for my body don gas
As ọmọ ọgbọn, I no fit run out
We still dey pray for steady cash out