[Intro]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Post-Chorus]

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

[Verse]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Post-Chorus]

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

[Interlude]

Huh-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

Huh-whoa, huh-whoa

Huh-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

Huh-whoa, huh-whoa

[Chorus]

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

[Post-Chorus]

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