givem hope ft. glorose Lyrics

We give them hope

We came from the slums, what do you know

We're fixing their plates, we feel like the pope

We're counting some racks, we feel like some pros

I need me a lick, actually no, I need me a show

Got time for the money, no time for the hoes

We give them hope

We came from the slums, what do you know

We're fixing their plates, we feel like the pope

Were counting some racks, we feel like some pros

I need me a lick, actually no, I need me a show

Got time for the money, no time for the hoes

We give them hope yeah yeah

We give them hope yeah

We give them hope I'm running the city

All of this money, I feel like p diddy

I'm fucking the baddest lil biddies

Yeah I'm fucking the baddest lil biddies

I'm riding around town I'm showing them love

I painted a picture, I call it graffiti

Got a caprice with the motherfucking dubs

All of this designer they're Falling in love

Your bitch wanna fuck, so I guess I'm getting laid

I fuck her real good then I'm off on my way

My fingers be cramping I'm counting these racks

I pop a perc then I hit from the back

I pop me uh jigga then I'm ready to shoot

I'm at the same old table with the same old crew

All this new money I'm the same old dude

Same old hood with the same old pole

New bitches trippin' got the same old hoes

I Been rocking Ice got the wrist on froze

I be so fucked yo I can't sit still

I just wanna fight when I'm off of the pill

Unsigned artist i don't need me no deal

Unsigned artist i don't need me no deal

We give them hope

We came from the slums, what do you know

We're fixing their plates, we feel like the pope

Were counting some racks, we feel like some pros

I need me a lick, actually no, I need me a show

Got time for the money, no time for the hoes

We give them hope

We came from the slums, what do you know

We're fixing their plates, we feel like the pope

Were counting some racks, we feel like some pros

I need me a lick, actually no, I need me a show

Got time for the money, no time for the hoes

Power and money we giving them hope

Came from the slums now we up who would know

Tripled my income and stopped pushing dope

Just like a chuckle bitch i'm at your throat

Cuts on my thumb i'm counting the paper

Keep racking up til i ain't got no neighbors

Switch up my flows i got different flavors

I see the commas i can't see the haters

Made six figures and i still smoke swishers

Got the same real niggas put the frame on the picture

Made a name i'm richer

You a lame i ain't with you

I'm up you bitter

You a snake you slither

OOO staccs calm down lil baby why you go so hard

I'm staccs ima real big gangsta can't pull my card

I got a bad bitch she roll all my blunts for me

They looking up cause all these hoes is under me

Trappers and rappers thats who keep me company

Don't mind my business boy if you ain't funding me

I went and got a check nobody fronted me

So sick the side affects niggas becoming me

I don have no regrets you can keep judging me

I was born poor put in work for the luxury

We give them hope

We came from the slums, what do you know

We're fixing their plates, we feel like the pope

We're counting some racks, we feel like some pros

I need me a lick, actually no, I need me a show

Got time for the money, no time for the hoes

We give them hope

We came from the slums, what do you know

We're fixing their plates, we feel like the pope

We're counting some racks, we feel like some pros

I need me a lick, actually no, I need me a show

Got time for the money, no time for the hoes