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Ayy ayy ayy ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago Know what I'm sayin', though Pipe that shit up, TNT ayy, yeah, yeah Drell's on the track 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 good game 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 pays 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 good game 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 good game forever Could never get left or deceive 'em