| Young D, can I go deep? |
| Be alive and nothing can bring you down |
| You won’t die young |
| You go live am too much |
| You won’t die |
| You won’t, you won’t, you won’t die |
| You won’t, you won’t, you won’t, you won’t |
| You won’t, you won’t, you won’t die |
| Everybody say |
| Na me go bury my mama |
| My mama no go bury me |
| Na me go bury my papa |
| And my papa no go bury me |
| Everybody just put up your hands in the air |
| And say, «My guy everybody just say» |
| My God, I dey beg you |
| Eh, I sing, put your hands |
| One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two |
| You no go die young, oh |
| Put your hands in the air, one two, one two |
| Nobody, nobody, go kill you, oh |
| Anything wey you want in this life |
| My brother, make you beg God |
| Everybody just say, «My God I dey beg you, oh» |
| Everyday, I dey pray |
| God, I’m begging you |
| I don’t wanna hustle and die young |
| I dey beg you |
| Everyday, I dey pray |
| I dey beg you |
| God I no go wanna hustle and die young |
| God, I beg you |
| Everybody now |
| Na lokeloke, me I wanna go |
| Na lokeloke, make we dey go |
| Nobody can stop my shine |
| Nobody, nobody, nobody, go make me go down now |
| Na lokeloke, me I wanna go |
| Na lokeloke, make we dey go |
| Nobody, nobody wey go fit bring you down |
| No dullard here, no dullard, I sing say |
| Gbagaun, you want the best house |
| And best clothes, best shoes, best dress, and be on your best clothes |
| Gbagaun, you want a house under sea |
| And travel from Naija down to oversea |
| I wake up one morning and hear that |
| Michael Jackson, king of pop, a Legend is dead |
| I wake up another morning and hear that |
| MC Loph is dead, my brother, what kind of life is this? |
| Judge people, the poor see liver money |
| And then you just get all the money |
| Next thing you die, leave the money |
| Na which kind life be this |
| Everyday, I dey pray |
| God, I beg you |
| I don’t wanna hustle and die young |
| God, I beg you |
| Everyday, I dey pray |
| I beg you |
| I don’t wanna hustle and die young |
| Everybody, everybody now |
| Put your hands on your head, one, two |
| Tell yourself my guy, «You no go die young» |
| Everybody, put your hands on your head |
| Pray for yourself |
| Tell yourself you go live long |
| Na lokeloke, me I wanna go |
| Na lokeloke, make we dey go |
| Nobody fit stop my shine |
| My guy, no time yeah, yeah, no time |
| Everybody looking very sharp |
| And you looking very fine |
| And you looking sexy |
| And you looking so smart |
| Now, with all the money and the houses wey you got |
| Eh, my brother man, everything na vanity |
| R.I.P to Bimbo Odukoya |
| Soboma George, Nate Dogg |
| Steve Jobs, Bayo Aderioku, Dagrin, Chidinma Mbalaso |
| God, I go bless you wellu, wellu |
| For this life wey you give me |
| God, I go beg you |
| Everyday, I dey pray |
| God, I beg you |
| Me I no go wanna hustle and die young |
| God, I dey beg you |
| Everyday, I dey pray |
| God, I beg you |
| Me I no go wanna hustle and die young |
| Everybody say, «Lokeloke wey we dey go» |
| Na lokeloke, we all wanna go |
| We all wanna go, wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go |
| Lai lai, we no go die, oh |
| Na lokeloke, lokeloke |
| Na lokeloke, lokeloke |
| Everything go okay, okay, okay |
| I wish you a long life man |
| Steve Jobs, R.I.P |