Yeah, uh, from Nima streets, we no dey joke, no cap!
Dem dey ask me where I come from, I dey shout "Nima!"
Grow up for hard ground, but my spirit no dey dim-a
School for Accra Academy, no be beans, my brother
Every night I dey dream, make my hustle go further
Now for Kantamanto, threads I dey turn gold
My own brand, my own wave, true story don unfold
No be small boy play, this be legacy I dey build
From concrete jungle, destiny I dey fulfill, yeah!
Accra to de world, see as we dey shine!
Kwame for the mic, this our moment, this our time!
From Nima we rise, we no dey look back, no lie
Heavy on the grind, we reach for the sky!
Accra to de world, dey hear the whole sound!
Kwame for the top, no stopping for the ground!
Many nights I no sleep, brain full of design
Every stitch, every pattern, masterpiece for my mind
Dem say I no go make it, but I deaf like I no hear
My ambition dey loud, conquering every fear
Street knowledge for my veins, wisdom for my heart
Every obstacle na stepping stone, we dey play our own part
See the vision clearly, this ain't just fabric, na art
Kwame don wake up, tear the old rules apart, skrrt!
Accra to de world, see as we dey shine!
Kwame for the mic, this our moment, this our time!
From Nima we rise, we no dey look back, no lie
Heavy on the grind, we reach for the sky!
Accra to de world, dey hear the whole sound!
Kwame for the top, no stopping for the ground!
Yeah, Kwame, Nima boy, we out here, let's go!
Accra to de world, believe me, this na just the intro!