Ladipoe, Rozzz & Morrelo – “Hallelujah” Lyrics

“Hallelujah” Lyrics by Ladipoe, Rozzz & Morrelo

Intro
I know you know, I know you know
I mean some of you have been with me since koyewon
Yeah, yeah
You know me, it’s LADIPOE

Chorus
Nothing now wey go kill my vibe
All I need is that peace of mind
All my guys I carry for mind
Do me well, I got you for life
My man fall, I go stand beside
Hundred fold, I no undermine
Dirty world no fi stain my white
Dirty world no fit (Yeah, but you knew that)

Verse 1
No Christmas tree this year, but Lord knows dem go feel my presence
I put my gift in every studio session
You know what’s really hard about the shift to manhood from adolescence?
Is going forward, there’ll be harder lessons
It’s hard to listen till you live it
And harder still to give a fuck until a fuck is given by someon? else who’s more driv?n
I’m just here to speak my mind
And I’ll be honest, it’s coincidence it rhymes, yeah
I’m that student of the hustle that’s used to breaking its laws
Twenty percent na talent, apply it with no remorse
Thirty percent the challenge of working harder than y’all

And forty is pure anointing, I’m feeling like pastor Paul
This no be lifestyle na religion
I no know when Hennessy start to ginger my decisions
I no know when burning trees con dey be like my physician
Many things wey I no know
But what I know is the vision
And it’s still a given

Post-Chorus
Sitting in the lungu screaming, “Hallelujah”
Many many cars for the race
Whether in my two shoe-legedis or Uber

Tell them that I’m on my way
Sitting in the lungu screaming, “Hallelujah” (Hallelujah)
Many many nights in the rain
Whether in my two shoe-legedis or Uber (Yeah)
Tell them that I’m on my way

Verse 2
A couple hundred milly on the penthouse and now I’m broke again
Jesa boy needs ljebu garri to soak again
Till I give the world life by making dem choke again
That slow revenge
Still can’t believe it started then as
Just freestyles out the backseat
Pulled up to the shows three deep in the taxi
Chappie
Oya wan lenu bi mo se jasi
How I turned G.O.A.T. from the black sheep
My bros don dey yarn me
Word of advice, that stands out
Realise a helping hand might not be a hand-out
Can’t shout, so I’m keeping my name in your damn mouth

I’m just tryna be the rapper you’re stressing your man ’bout, LADIPOE

Bridge
You go dey see me for TV and cellular
Now wey VVIP be our regular
O po o dun when I tickle your medulla (Medulla)