To the guy staring at the mirror

Fine boy,  

Why you dey look mirror?  

Na money be fine Bobo.

They say,  

"Go hard or go home."  

You don already reach house,  

Dey look mirror.

Ehn, fine boy,  

No be say I wan rush you,  

But street no dey look fine boy.  

Make you no dey form fine boy,  

Your mates go chance you for street.

I say make I tell you to wise up,  

Before street show you way.  

Maka street no dey smile.  

I say make I warn you,  

Before boys go look you say,  

Éñwéghi ife ö ji.

Fine boy,  

You handsome only  

When your hand get something.  

So leave the mirror,  

And get something doing.

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