Meek Mill
更新时间:2025-06-22 01:26:47
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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
When they needed motivation
What you do
I gave 'em hope
When my n***a needed money
What you do
I gave him d**e
Every time we went to war
What we do
We gave 'em smoke
Fiends was copping I was broke
F**k that s**t 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 s**t 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 s**t 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
I gave 'em hope
When my n***a needed money
What you do
I gave him d**e
Every time we went to war
What we do
We gave 'em smoke
Fiends was copping I was broke
F**k that s**t 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 s**t on your Instagram
S**t that you're popping ain't adding up
S**t that you're popping ain't making sense
I got fifty reasons say you're taking d**k
And it's fifty reasons I should kill 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 s**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**k 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**k what you heard I'm a get mine out the curb
I'm a just sit back I'm watching 'em serve
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 s**t your get murked for
S**t you get robbed for s**t you get killed for
S**t you get carried boxes into church for oh
I gave 'em hope
When my n***a needed money
What you do
I gave him d**e
Every time we went to war
What we do
We gave 'em smoke
Fiends was copping I was broke
F**k that s**t we gave 'em soap
They forgot we gave 'em hope