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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 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