Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gave Em Hope, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Cream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.07.2015
Record label: Velocity
Song language: English
Gave Em Hope |
| 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 |