So Many
D.Sens Lyrics


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Oh Yeah, (Slaughter) New Mexico what it do? It's Young Buck people. D-Eazy I got ya! (Haha) Yeah! Stay focused. (Hold up D-Eazy Dirty Fresh) Get to the money (Y'all boys can't stop us). Aye what it do street niggaz, come on...

So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
So many wanna see me stall, so many wanna see me stop
Muthafuckaz wanna see me dead, other niggaz wanna see me lose it
Here I stand on my own two shoot if you think that you've got what it takes to do it
So many wanna see me die, so many wanna see me hit
So many wanna see me gone, So many wanna see me slip
Muthafuckaz wanna see me down, nobody wanna see me good
But still I stand on my own I ain't going nowhere cuz I'm way too Hood

Yo Pac how long will they mourn me? Let me tell you man these streets is lonely
I put my heart in the hood and I still got muthafuckaz gunning for me
I know how it goes though dog, everybody wanna feel some glory
Muthafuckaz wanna do big thangz, everybody wanna tell their story
But I make it so hard to ignore me, got my name in the streets rotating
I ain't lost no love for my peeps, they're the reason that I feel like I can't be faded
Everybody wanna do what I'm doing, so I guess that's why I'm hated
All the real muthafuckaz in the hood got my back and they glad that I finally made it
Life is hard for a thug in the streets though, all I see is greed in our people
Nobody wanna see a nigga come up, niggaz act trife when you're coppin' C-Notes
Gotta roll with my heat close by, Hating ass niggaz in the streets don't die, they multiply
More and more niggaz wanna see me dead cuz I'm breaking bread
Got money on my head, yeah I'm a target
Bullets on deck with my name written on it
And it's been that way for the longest
I ain't even trippin' they can bring it if they want it
I can stand on my own I ain't scared, we can make it happen anytime, anywhere
I'm prepared for y'all I swear, you can find me middle fingers in the air like

So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
So many wanna see me stall, so many wanna see me stop
Muthafuckaz wanna see me dead, other niggaz wanna see me lose it
Here I stand on my own two shoot if you think that you've got what it takes to do it
So many wanna see me die, so many wanna see me hit
So many wanna see me gone, So many wanna see me slip
Muthafuckaz wanna see me down, nobody wanna see me good
But still I stand on my own I ain't going nowhere cuz I'm way too Hood
(Aye New Mexico, what it do nigga?)

Woke up screaming out Buck The World, selling my dope in front of this store
Look around nigga where can I go? Shit's been slow. Tell 'em I know
Finger print my whole team wanna know if we're up to our old things
But my click thick like codeine. Do you know what pourin' up a foe means?
Cook the coke, punch the bricks. No time for the dumb shit
Pimp the bitch, she suckin' dick? Surprised what just one Hun get
And I got 99 ways to hit these streets and get me paid
I ride one deep and keep AK's, I play my cards. What u talkin' bout? Spades
We still on that ratchet shit, Heckler and Koch automatic shit
It really don't matter how bad it get, anywhere you go gotta have that shit
So I just stay focused of all Roaches
Waitin' on the day they approach us, on the front line with my soldiers
Dead end nigga this game is over, one wrong turn and you're wrapped in plastic
Everybody come view his body (I'm sorry) Yeah view his body
Dead end nigga this game is over, one wrong turn and you're wrapped in plastic
Everybody come view his body (What else?) Now close his casket

So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
So many wanna see me stall, so many wanna see me stop
Muthafuckaz wanna see me dead, other niggaz wanna see me lose it
Here I stand on my own two shoot if you think that you've got what it takes to do it
So many wanna see me die, so many wanna see me hit
So many wanna see me gone, So many wanna see me slip
Muthafuckaz wanna see me down, nobody wanna see me good
But still I stand on my own I ain't going nowhere cuz I'm way too Hood

Big gun killin' all the static, clearin' up like good reception
You call this an automatic, me I call this hood protection
Put a foot in the good direction, run up on me and I'm lettin' y'all have it
Your fall will be caused by gravity blood gush when they push your chest in
Whatchu know about killaz in your rear view, whatchu know about shots out the clear blue
Whatchu know about being so deep in the beef that it seem like you're own mother fear you
I bust shots they hit the dirt fast, Fuck you the word they heard last
Fucking with me you got a one way ticket to hell and imma make sure you ride first class
You shot first with the Desert eagle try to make it a family affair
Send me to go see my dead people, them rotten bastards try to blast I swear
Yeah I'm coming for you brrrrat be prepared, in broad day light ask me to care
If I get caught for killin' 'em I'm fillin' 'em with lead
Fuck a life sentence pass me the chair
When Crooked I come to your block to kill ya, it's no talk show I won't Dr. Phil ya
It's nothing to talk about let the doctor feel your pulse if you ain't real then I'm not familiar
C.O.B cob La Familia, La Familia, lock the city up
D-Eazy ain't no rappers left like you and me man we gotta wake Pac and Biggie up (Come on man)

So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
So many wanna see me stall, so many wanna see me stop
Muthafuckaz wanna see me dead, other niggaz wanna see me lose it
Here I stand on my own two shoot if you think that you've got what it takes to do it
So many wanna see me die, so many wanna see me hit
So many wanna see me gone, So many wanna see me slip




Muthafuckaz wanna see me down, nobody wanna see me good
But still I stand on my own I ain't going nowhere cuz I'm way too Hood

Overall Meaning

The song "So Many" by D.Sens is about the struggles that come with fame and success. The lyrics describe how many people want to see the singer fall, die, or fail, but despite all of that, they continue to stand on their own and remain true to their roots. They talk about how the streets are lonely, and everyone is trying to do big things and make a name for themselves. However, with success comes jealousy and hatred, and the singer is constantly being threatened, which makes them prepared to fight back if necessary.


The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the harsh realities of living in the streets, where violence and danger are always lurking around the corner. The singer talks about how they need to stay focused and keep their eyes on the prize, which is making money and staying alive. It's a song about survival, perseverance, and overcoming the odds, despite what others may say or do.


Line by Line Meaning

So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
There are numerous people who want to witness my failure and downfall


So many wanna see me stall, so many wanna see me stop
There are numerous people who want to see me struggle and come to a halt in my endeavors


Muthafuckaz wanna see me dead, other niggaz wanna see me lose it
Some people wish for my death, while others hope to see me mentally break down


Here I stand on my own two shoot if you think that you've got what it takes to do it
I confidently stand alone and challenge anyone who believes they have the capability to harm or defeat me


So many wanna see me die, so many wanna see me hit
There are numerous individuals who desire to witness my death or be the one who inflicts harm upon me


So many wanna see me gone, So many wanna see me slip
There are many people who want me to disappear or to make a mistake and fail


Muthafuckaz wanna see me down, nobody wanna see me good
There are individuals who wish for my downfall and refuse to acknowledge and appreciate any positive aspects of my life


But still I stand on my own I ain't going nowhere cuz I'm way too Hood
Regardless of the adversity I face, I remain strong and resilient because of my deep connection to my roots and upbringing in the neighborhood


Yo Pac how long will they mourn me? Let me tell you man these streets is lonely
Hey Pac, how long will people grieve over my death? Let me explain, these streets can be isolating and melancholic


I put my heart in the hood and I still got muthafuckaz gunning for me
I have invested my emotions and dedication into the neighborhood, yet there are still individuals who are actively pursuing harm against me


I know how it goes though dog, everybody wanna feel some glory
I understand the dynamic, my friend, where everyone desires to achieve some form of recognition and success


Muthafuckaz wanna do big thangz, everybody wanna tell their story
Many individuals aim to accomplish significant achievements and share their personal experiences with others


But I make it so hard to ignore me, got my name in the streets rotating
However, I have made it impossible for people to overlook or forget about me, as my reputation is continuously spreading throughout the neighborhood


I ain't lost no love for my peeps, they're the reason that I feel like I can't be faded
I haven't lost any affection for my friends and community; they are the motivation behind my unwavering confidence and sense of invincibility


Everybody wanna do what I'm doing, so I guess that's why I'm hated
Many people aspire to emulate my actions and lifestyle, which I believe is the reason behind the animosity and resentment directed towards me


All the real muthafuckaz in the hood got my back and they glad that I finally made it
The genuine individuals in the neighborhood support and stand by me, expressing their happiness now that I have achieved success


Life is hard for a thug in the streets though, all I see is greed in our people
Living as a tough individual in the neighborhood is challenging, as I constantly witness the prevalence of greed and self-interest among our community


Nobody wanna see a nigga come up, niggaz act trife when you're coppin' C-Notes
Nobody wishes to witness a person from our background succeed; individuals start behaving negatively when they see you accumulating wealth and success


Gotta roll with my heat close by, Hating ass niggaz in the streets don't die, they multiply
I need to keep my weapon readily available, as the envious and resentful individuals in the neighborhood seem to only increase rather than disappear


More and more niggaz wanna see me dead cuz I'm breaking bread
An increasing number of people desire my demise because they are envious of the financial success and wealth I have attained


Got money on my head, yeah I'm a target
People have placed a bounty on my life as I am seen as a prime target due to the wealth I possess


Bullets on deck with my name written on it
There are ammunition readily available, specifically bearing my name, indicating that individuals have the intention to harm me


And it's been that way for the longest
This situation of being a target has persisted for a significant period of time


I ain't even trippin' they can bring it if they want it
I am not concerned or afraid; they can proceed with their threats and attempts to harm me if they so desire


I can stand on my own I ain't scared, we can make it happen anytime, anywhere
I possess the strength and courage to confront these challenges alone; I am not fearful, and I am willing to confront and address these issues at any given moment and location


I'm prepared for y'all I swear, you can find me middle fingers in the air like
I am ready and equipped to face all of you; you will see me defiantly displaying my middle fingers in the air, expressing my lack of concern and defiance towards your threats


Woke up screaming out Buck The World, selling my dope in front of this store
I woke up and passionately proclaimed my defiance against the world; engaging in illegal activities by selling drugs in front of a specific location


Look around nigga where can I go? Shit's been slow. Tell 'em I know
I survey my surroundings and realize there are limited options for escape or improvement; things have been stagnant and unproductive. Inform others that I am aware of the situation


Finger print my whole team wanna know if we're up to our old things
The authorities are closely scrutinizing and investigating my entire team to determine if we are engaging in our previous criminal activities


But my click thick like codeine. Do you know what pourin' up a foe means?
However, my group is tightly-knit and loyal like the addictive cough syrup codeine; do you understand the significance of consuming a drink mixed with codeine?


Cook the coke, punch the bricks. No time for the dumb shit
Preparing and processing cocaine for sale, exerting force on the bricks of drugs. I don't have time for foolishness or unnecessary distractions


Pimp the bitch, she suckin' dick? Surprised what just one Hun get
Controlling and exploiting a woman engaged in sexual activities, giving oral sex in particular. It's surprising how much money can be obtained from a single act


And I got 99 ways to hit these streets and get me paid
I possess an extensive range of strategies and methods to navigate through the streets and generate income


I ride one deep and keep AK's, I play my cards. What u talkin' bout? Spades
I travel alone with powerful firearms like AK-47s, and I tactfully approach situations. Don't question my abilities or choices, let's talk about the card game Spades instead


We still on that ratchet shit, Heckler and Koch automatic shit
We are still involved in illegal and dangerous activities, using advanced firearms like Heckler & Koch automatic weapons


It really don't matter how bad it get, anywhere you go gotta have that shit
No matter how dire the circumstances become, it is crucial to possess and carry firearms wherever you go


So I just stay focused of all Roaches
Therefore, I maintain my concentration and dedication despite the presence of troublesome and burdensome individuals


Waitin' on the day they approach us, on the front line with my soldiers
Anticipating the day when these troublesome individuals confront us; I am positioned at the forefront alongside my loyal companions


Dead end nigga this game is over, one wrong turn and you're wrapped in plastic
This path leads to a dead end, my friend; the game is finished. A single incorrect decision will result in your life ending and you being encased in plastic


Everybody come view his body (I'm sorry) Yeah view his body
Everyone gathers to witness the aftermath of his demise (my apologies); yes, observe his lifeless body


Whatchu know about killaz in your rear view, whatchu know about shots out the clear blue
What do you understand about having dangerous individuals pursuing you from behind, and unexpected gunfire being aimed at you?


Whatchu know about being so deep in the beef that it seem like you're own mother fear you
What do you comprehend about being so heavily involved in conflicts that even your own mother becomes terrified of you?


I bust shots they hit the dirt fast, Fuck you the word they heard last
I fire gunshots, causing individuals to immediately take cover; the sound of my bullets hitting the ground is the last thing they hear


Fucking with me you got a one way ticket to hell and imma make sure you ride first class
If you choose to provoke or engage with me, you are committing to a journey to hell, and I will ensure that you experience the best possible accommodations


You shot first with the Desert eagle try to make it a family affair
You initiated the conflict by firing the first shot with a Desert Eagle firearm, attempting to involve my family and loved ones


Send me to go see my dead people, them rotten bastards try to blast I swear
You are attempting to send me to meet my deceased loved ones, but I promise you those wicked individuals will face retaliation and gunfire


Yeah I'm coming for you brrrrat be prepared, in broad day light ask me to care
Yes, I am approaching you with intent to harm - be ready. Even in the presence of others during daylight, you ask me to demonstrate compassion or concern?


If I get caught for killin' 'em I'm fillin' 'em with lead
If I am apprehended for murdering those individuals, I will ensure they are filled with bullets


Fuck a life sentence pass me the chair
I have no regard for being imprisoned for the remainder of my life; I prefer to receive a death sentence via the electric chair


When Crooked I come to your block to kill ya, it's no talk show I won't Dr. Phil ya
When I, Crooked I, arrive in your neighborhood to eliminate you, there won't be any discussion or therapy session like a talk show hosted by Dr. Phil


It's nothing to talk about let the doctor feel your pulse if you ain't real then I'm not familiar
There is no need for conversation; let the medical professional check your pulse to confirm if you are alive. If you lack authenticity, I won't recognize or acknowledge you


C.O.B cob La Familia, La Familia, lock the city up
Circle of Bosses, unite as a family - La Familia - and secure control over the entire city


D-Eazy ain't no rappers left like you and me man we gotta wake Pac and Biggie up (Come on man)
D-Eazy, there are no other rappers comparable to you and me; we must metaphorically resurrect and bring back the spirits of Tupac and The Notorious B.I.G.


Aye New Mexico, what it do nigga?
Hey, New Mexico, how are things going?




Lyrics © Lotto Ticket, Dirty Douglas Productions, Mouth Full of Ice
Written by: David D. Brown, Desmond R. Robinson, Dominick Wickliffe, Dustin A. M. Ryan

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