Lyrics
[Intro] From the quarter, hear the iron gate shake No be story, na the life we dey make Dwin on the mic, tell the truth no disguise If you know the pressure, raise your hands to the sky [Chorus] Who dey stand? We dey stand! Who get fire? We get fire! Quarter people, make una shout: no surrender! No surrender! No surrender! From Douala to Yaounde, we dey push am farther No surrender! No surrender! [Verse 1] Morning enter, landlord knock, pocket dey on diet Mama say, “My pikin, calm down,” but the bills start riot One shoe get story, one shirt know the rain Still I step for the quarter like a king in the lane Na hustle we dey chop, no silver spoon for plate Friend smile for your face, for your back he calculate I know the kind handshake wey dey hide knife for palm So I keep my heart warm but my circle stay calm Bamenda breeze in the memory, Douala heat on skin Yaounde hill make you climb before you ever win Mboko taught me: if you fall, dust your knee, stand tall Because respect no be beg—na the way you answer call Money fit make brother turn stranger overnight But hunger fit make coward discover say he fight I no dey chase fake shine, I dey build with the scar If the road no get lane, then we go drive through the dark [Chorus] Who dey stand? We dey stand! Who get fire? We get fire! Quarter people, make una shout: no surrender! No surrender! No surrender! From Douala to Yaounde, we dey push am farther No surrender! No surrender! [Beat Switch] Hold up—bass drop, new chapter, lock the gate Now the pressure turn fuel, tell the doubters calculate [Verse 2] I came from where the power cut, dreams still stay bright Where a small-room philosopher can reason all night Where the boy with the hustle get a plan in his eye And the one wey laugh loud may be first to deny Chop broke? We share plate. Hard time? We share pain. But when the money show, watch who dey change name Some call you “my guy” when the table get meat When the road turn rough, na only footprints dey meet I no be saint, my brother, I get anger in the chest But I learn to turn the pressure to a better kind of flex Every scar na certificate, every loss na tuition Now I write street mathematics with precision No fake accent, no borrowed crown, no borrowed slang Na Cameroon for the tongue and the truth for the bang If you come from the quarter, you know exactly the code: Carry your people with you when you finally leave the road [Instrumental Double-Time Break] Move quick, no panic, mind sharp, feet ready Small light, big dark, still the vision stay steady No dey bend, no dey break, no dey sell your soul cheap If the dream call your name, make you answer from sleep [Chorus] Who dey stand? We dey stand! Who get fire? We get fire! Quarter people, make una shout: no surrender! No surrender! No surrender! From Douala to Yaounde, we dey push am farther No surrender! No surrender! [Verse 3] Pressure on my neck but the chain never own me Betrayal came close, still the truth stand by me I’ve seen good men bend when the rent come due So I speak for the ones with no safety net too Tell the young one: learn skill, keep your word, guard your name Fast money burn fast, but respect outlive fame Tell the old one: your struggle was not wasted in vain Every brick in the wall got the print of your pain We dey dream in the quarter with the thunder outside Turn a borrowed little room to a kingdom inside If the gate close twice, we go knock with a plan If the road block ten times, we go open new land So raise one hand for the mothers who endure Raise two for the hustlers who keep their spirit pure When the whole crowd shout, let the doubters understand: Cameroon no dey fold—Cameroon dey stand! [Final Chorus] Who dey stand? We dey stand! Who get fire? We get fire! Quarter people, make una shout: no surrender! No surrender! No surrender! From Douala to Yaounde, we dey push am farther No surrender! No surrender! Who dey stand? We dey stand! Who get fire? We get fire! If you carry your people, make the whole place thunder! Whole place thunder! Whole place thunder! From the quarter to the world, we dey push am farther No surrender! No surrender! [Outro] Na we be the proof, no be promise for poster Street made the voice, now the voice move closer If you know the pain, if you know the climb Put your fist in the air—Cameroon time No surrender.
