Gave 'Em Hope

[Intro] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] 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