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Gave Em Hope

Meek Mill

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    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 'em 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 'em 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'mma get mine out the curb
    I'm a just sit back, I'm watching 'em serve
    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 'em 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


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