So Many Songtext
von Rod Wave

Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that′s probably Tago
Know what I'm sayin′, though
Pipe that shit up, TNT
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Uh-uh, what you mean, no need?
What you mean, no need? Yeah

So many nights, I gave up
So many times, I gave up
Struggling what made us
Hustling what saved us
So many nights, I tried and tried
So many nights, I'd grind and grind
Finally, I feel it's time to shine
For all of those nights from time to time


I Givenchy-ed my shirt and my sneakers
I get in my feelings and start buying purses for eaters
I turn all the hurt to believers
I don′t fuck with rappers, ain′t sellin' no verses or features
I don′t fuck with preachers or teachers
They lie to your face, how could you ever believe 'em?
I turn in the game from the bleachers
I′m gang gang forever, could never get left or deceive 'em

Hey, I′m turnin' the hurt to believers
I come from the curb, chasin' out smokers and geekers
Remember I hustled for sneakers
Feds in the hood, was finna go buy me a beeper
Big booty freak, nineteen, Lea
I buy her a purse so she can show all her people
After she show all her people
All of her brothers and cousins gon′ ask for a feature

′Member when a nigga felt stuck?
Stayed down 'til I came up
′Member when a nigga gave up?
Now a young nigga caked up
Uncle D taught me save up
Showed me how to step my game up
Same labels who played us
Same labels who pay us


So many nights, I gave up
So many times, I gave up
Struggling what made us
Hustling what saved us
So many nights, I tried and tried
So many nights, I'd grind and grind
Finally, I feel it′s time to shine
For all of those nights from time to time

I Givenchy-ed my shirt and my sneakers
I get in my feelings and start buying purses for eaters
I turn all the hurt to believers
I don't fuck with rappers, ain′t sellin' no verses or features
I don't fuck with preachers or teachers
They lie to your face, how could you ever believe ′em?
I turn in the game from the bleachers
I′m gang gang forever, could never get left or deceive 'em

Huh-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh-whoa, huh-whoa
Huh-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh-whoa, huh-whoa

So many nights, I gave up
So many times, I gave up
Struggling what made us
Hustling what saved us
So many nights, I tried and tried
So many nights, I′d grind and grind
Finally, I feel it's time to shine
For all of those nights from time to time

I Givenchy-ed my shirt and my sneakers
I get in my feelings and start buying purses for eaters
I turn all the hurt to believers
I don′t fuck with rappers, ain't sellin′ no verses or features
I don't fuck with preachers or teachers
They lie to your face, how could you ever believe 'em?
I turn in the game from the bleachers
I′m gang gang forever, could never get left or deceive ′em