Gave ’Em Hope lyrics

[Intro]
Let them n*ggas have the Grammys, we got the streets
We rich already and my chick the baddest
This Rollie like my trophy, young n*gga

[Chorus]
When they needed motivation (What you do?)
I gave 'em hope
When my n*gga 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
f*ck that sh*t, we gave 'em soap
They forgot we gave 'em hope

[Verse 1]
I would spend time on that corner trying to stack me a hundred up
Strapped with that Glock with on my hip sh*t the coppers was running up
I look at these n*ggas and I can tell they are not one of us
I ride in the back like a n*gga 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 n*ggas serious?", or maybe Meek Milly delirious
Judge had to sentence a n*gga, no period
I'm putting fear in these n*ggas, ain't sparing these n*ggas
I cut out your head with a hair on the trigger
Try to reach for my chain sh*t I deal with you n*ggas
I end one of you n*ggas, had the paramedics screaming, "Clear", on you n*ggas
Uh, back in the Phil, we gon' get to the money and stack up that dough 'til it way up
'Member them b*tches? They played us back in the day like a Sega
Now I got paper, young n*gga doing so major
n*ggas is hater, look as they faces
Yeah, we still balling, b*tch, it's the Chasers
[Chorus]
I gave 'em hope
When my n*gga 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
f*ck that sh*t, we gave 'em soap
They forgot we gave 'em hope

[Verse 2]
Uh, look at the money and stack it up
I talk about it, I bag it up
You popping sh*t on your Instagram
sh*t that you're popping ain't adding up
sh*t that you're popping ain't making sense
I got fifty reasons say you're taking di*k
And it's fifty reasons I should kill, n*gga
But, for real, n*gga, I been taking trips with my Philly n*ggas
Got the richest chick, she's from your hood
n*ggas hating on me, I ain't really tripping, sh*t, 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
f*ck 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
f*ck what you heard, I'm a get mine out the curb
I'm a just sit back I watch and observe
How n*ggas, they didn't ride the wave and they surf
I'm on my surfboard, this what I worked for
Mention my name, the sh*t your get murked for
sh*t you get robbed for, sh*t you get killed for
sh*t you get carried boxes into church for, oh
[Chorus]
I gave 'em hope
When my n*gga 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
f*ck that sh*t, we gave 'em soap
They forgot we gave 'em hope