givem hope (feat. glorose)

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 f*ck, so I guess I'm getting laid I f*ck 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