Meek Mill - Gave ’Em Hope lyrics

Let them niggas have the Grammys
We got the streets
We rich already and my chick the baddest
This Rollie like my trophy, young nigga

When they needed motivation (What you do?)
I gave 'em hope
When my nigga needed money (What you do?)
I gave him dope
Every time we went to war (What we do?)
We gave 'em smoke
Fiends was copping, I was broke
Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap
They forgot we gave 'em hope

I would spend time on that corner trying
To stack me a hundred up
Strapped with that Glock with on my hip
Shit the coppers was running up
I look at these niggas and I can
Tell they are not one of us
I ride in the back like a nigga that
Can't ride the front of the bus
They had it segregated, bulletproof Caddy
I escalated
Stepped up in my game like a escalator
When you shine like I shine
You get extra haters
Seen 'em ride with the fake and I hesitated
"Wait, these niggas serious?"
Or maybe Meek Milly delirious
Judge had to sentence a nigga, no period
I'm putting fear in these niggas
Ain't sparing these niggas
I cut out your head with
A hair on the trigger
Try to reach for my chain shit
I deal with you niggas
I end one of you niggas
Had the paramedics screaming, "Clear"
On you niggas uh, back in the Phil
We gon' get to the money and stack
Up that dough 'til it way up
'Member them bitches? They played us back
In the day like a Sega
Now I got paper, young nigga doing so major
Niggas is hater, look as they faces
Yeah, we still balling, bitch
It's the Chasers

I gave 'em hope
When my nigga needed money (What you do?)
I gave him dope
Every time we went to war (What we do?)
We gave 'em smoke
Fiends was copping, I was broke
Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap
They forgot we gave 'em hope

Uh, look at the money and stack it up
I talk about it, I bag it up
You popping shit on your Instagram
Shit that you're popping ain't adding up
Shit that you're popping ain't making sense
I got fifty reasons say you're taking dick
And it's fifty reasons I should kill, nigga
But, for real, nigga
I been taking trips with my Philly niggas
Got the richest chick, she's from your hood
Niggas hating on me, I
Ain't really tripping, shit, i'm good
I be in the 40 with the
40 on me like I should
I be deep in your hood where you never be at
Be with them guys that you never could dap
You could never adapt
You know the game, if you cosign a rat
You forever a rat we were never with that
You tried to go "Money"
May with that paper
But now you in debt cause you never was that
Fuck is you high? You know better than that
Mention my name and Berettas with that
I move for real in these streets
In the world with that piece
I'm like Metta with that
Fuck what you heard
I'm a get mine out the curb
I'm a just sit back I watch and observe
How niggas
They didn't ride the wave and they surf
I'm on my surfboard, this what I worked for
Mention my name, the shit your get murked for
Shit you get robbed for
Shit you get killed for
Shit you get carried boxes into church for
Oh

I gave 'em hope
When my nigga needed money (What you do?)
I gave him dope
Every time we went to war (What we do?)
We gave 'em smoke
Fiends was copping, I was broke
Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap
They forgot we gave 'em hope