Tell the Vision

[Intro: Kanye West]

Trippin'

Wildin' on television

You could

Still see a nigga tell the vision

Pimpin' (Pimpin')

Boy, these boys, pimpin'

Different, ye

These boys, boys—

[Interlude: Angie Martinez]

Pop was here last week

He was talkin' about Brooklyn and the place Brooklyn was at

How they were really like, thrivin' right now

He was, you know, he was tryna, pull people up with him

He wasn't even into where he was about to be

He just was trying to; he was trying to get there

I mean, he was on his, he was well on his way

Um, it's just tragic, twenty yеars old, rest in peace

God blеss Pop Smoke

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]

Look, nigga, we made it (Grrt, woo, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Nigga, we made it (Woo)

Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]

Look, I remember the days, same fit for a week straight

I used to eat fifty-cent cake

Now, it's Philippe's, it's Philippe's for the steak

And hella thots up in the Wraith

I can't wife that thot, tell that bitch, "Get out of my face"

We killed your big brother, we killed your little brother

Now, it's Philippe's, it's Philippe's for the steak

And hella thots up in the Wraith

Said I hop in a Lamb' and skrrt off, I spent fifty up in Bergdorf

I got shit you never heard of, buy it, I don't care what it cost, no

And I always keep a pole

Rain, snow, I did a hundred on a pro

If you droppin' a Woo, we come where you live, Glock 9, infrared

Pull up, and empty the clip, woo

Dread had the strap all summer in the Floss movin' reckless

Please, do not play wit' me, nigga, I keep a K wit' me

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]

Look, nigga, we made it (Grrt, woo, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Nigga, we made it (Woo)

Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)

Nigga, we made it

[Bridge: Pop Smoke]

Uh? We come from the trenches, nigga (Woo)

Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Grrt)

You know what I'm sayin'?

Fifty-cent cake, now, we eatin' Philippe's steak (Hahaha)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Look, Tyler got the album of the year, for now

But Pop about to drop, I see the platinum in the clouds

Now Push about to drop, so real trappers stick around

The crown is only for the king, they tryna place it on a clown

I declare war, nickname, 'He Sell Raw'

Different city, same ghetto, bring the Woos on tour

Push start, drop top, 812, two-door

Baby Rover, Benz, coupe, bitch, you gotta choose yours

How can I not? Woo, how can I not?

When a brick is thirty-six, bitch, how could I stop?

These Richard Milles are one-of-one, shit, how could I watch?

We made it, we made it, whether you like it or not

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]

Look, nigga, we made it (Grrt, woo, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Nigga, we made it (Woo)

Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)