Rod Wave - Nothing to Something

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Had to run it up
They ain’t wanna hear my music
Nah, they was laughin' in my face
Ayy
Had to run it up, got it out the mud
Everything it is, once never was
It was never them, it was just us
It was never them, it was just us
Got it out the mud, had to run it up
Everything it is, once never was
It was never them, it was just us
It was never them, it was just us
We turned nothing into something
We turned nothing into something
We turned nothing into something
We turned nothing into something, yeah
Young nigga from the trenches (I remember)
Nigga never gave me shit (At all)
Nigga never paid me shit (At all)
I ain’t with your label, bitch
Fuck your word, I need paper, bitch
'Member when I was on patient shit (Woah)
Said, if you want it, take this shit (Woah)
See my dream and started chasin' it
'Member they ain’t wanna hear my music
Nah, they was laughin' in my face and shit
Now it’s, «Where can I find your music and when you droppin' the mixtape and
shit?» (Brr)
Blew pass my homies, now they actin' phony, all of them on that hatin' shit
'Member we was at the bottom, we ain’t have no problem, we was doin' great and
shit
'Member when I couldn’t get no shows (Ayy), 'member when I couldn’t get no hoes
(Naw)
Now a young nigga finna blow (Woah), got the game in a figure-four (Woah)
Same nigga from the corner store
I’m the same nigga from the corner store, ayy, ayy
Had to run it up, got it out the mud
Everything it is, once never was
It was never them, it was just us
It was never them, it was just us
Got it out the mud, had to run it up
Everything it is, once never was
It was never them, it was just us
It was never them, it was just us
We turned nothing into something
We turned nothing into something
We turned nothing into something
We turned nothing into something, yeah
Got it out the mud, had to run it up
Everything it is, once never was
It was never them, it was just us
It was never them, it was just us
Fuck your word, I need paper, bitch
Nigga never gave me shit
Fuck your word, I need paper, bitch
I ain’t with your label, bitch