Lyrics Rod Wave – So Many
Text:
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that’s probably Tago
Know what I’m sayin’, though
Pipe that shit up, TNT
Ayy, yeah, yeah
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’m just reachin’ 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
Beeper, the freak night to leave you
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
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 play 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’m just reachin’ 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’m just reachin’ 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
