Meek Mill - Gave 'Em Hope lyrics

[Intro] Let them n***as have the Grammys, we got the streets We rich already and my chick the baddest This Rollie like my trophy, young n***a [Hook] When they needed motivation (What you do?) I gave 'em hope When my n***a 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** that sh**, 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** the coppers was running up I look at these n***as and I can tell they are not one of us I ride in the back like a n***a 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***as serious?", or maybe Meek Milly delirious Judge had to sentence a n***a, no period I'm putting fear in these n***as, ain't sparing these n***as I cut out your head with a hair on the trigger Try to reach for my chain sh** I deal with you n***as I end one of you n***as, had the paramedics screaming, "Clear", on you n***as Uh, back in the Phil, we gon' get to the money and stack up that dough 'til it way up 'Member them b**hes? They played us back in the day like a Sega Now I got paper, young n***a doing so major n***as is hater, look as they faces Yeah, we still balling, b**h, it's the Chasers [Hook] I gave 'em hope When my n***a 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** that sh**, 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** on your Instagram sh** that you're popping ain't adding up sh** that you're popping ain't making sense I got fifty reasons say you're taking dick And it's fifty reasons I should k**, n***a But, for real, n***a, I been taking trips with my Philly n***as Got the richest chick, she's from your hood n***as hating on me, I ain't really tripping, sh**, 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** 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** what you heard, I'm a get mine out the curb I'm a just sit back I watch and observe How n***as, they didn't ride the wave and they surf I'm on my surfboard, this what I worked for Mention my name, the sh** your get murked for sh** you get robbed for, sh** you get k**ed for sh** you get carried boxes into church for, oh [Hook] I gave 'em hope When my n***a 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** that sh**, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope