Pop Smoke - Tell the Vision lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West & Angie Martinez] Trippin' Wildin' on television You could Still see a ni**a tell the vision Pimpin' (Pimpin') Boy, these boys, pimpin' Different These boys, boys 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 years old, rеst in peace God bless Pop Smokе [Chorus: Pop Smoke] Look, ni**a, we made it (Grr, woo, bah) ni**a, we made it, we made it (Woo) ni**a, we made it (Woo) Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah) ni**a, 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 b*tch, "Get out of my face" We killed your big brother; we killed your little brother Now, it's Philippe's; it's filets 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 sh*t 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, ni**a, I keep a K wit' me [Chorus: Pop Smoke] Look, ni**a, we made it (Grr, woo, bah) ni**a, we made it, we made it (Woo) ni**a, we made it (Woo) Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah) ni**a, we made it, we made it (Woo) Look, momma, I made it (Grrt) ni**a, we made it [Interlude: Pop Smoke] Huh? We come from the trenches, ni**a Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Grrt) You know what I'm sayin'? Fifty-cent cake, now, we eatin' Philippe's steak [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, b*tch, you gotta choose yours How can I not? Woo, how can I not? When a brick is thirty-six, b*tch, how could I stop? These Richard Milles are one-of-one, sh*t, how could I watch? We made it, we made it, whether you like it or not [Chorus: Pop Smoke] Look, ni**a, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah) ni**a, we made it, we made it (Woo) ni**a, we made it (Woo) Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah) ni**a, we made it, we made it (Woo) Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)