ft. Kanye West | Tripping. Wildin' on television. You could
Still see a nigga tell the vision
Pimpin', boy, these boys, pimpin'
Different
ft. Kanye West | Tripping. Wildin' on television. You could
Still see a nigga tell the vision
Pimpin', boy, these boys, pimpin'
Different
These boys, boys
Pop was here last week
He was talking about Brooklyn and the place Brooklyn was at
How they were really like, thriving like 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
He was on his, he was well on his way
Um, it's just tragic
Twenty years old, rest in peace
God bless Pop Smoke
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
Nigga, we made it
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Look, I remember the days, same fit for a week straight
I used to eat 50 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 (Grrr, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
Nigga, we made it
[Interlude: Pop Smoke]
Huh?
We come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Grr)
You know what I'm sayin'?
50 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, 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]
Nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
Nigga, we made it
Tripping. Wildin 'på tv. Du kunne
Stadig se en nigga fortælle visionen
Pimpin ', dreng, disse drenge, pimpin'
Forskellige
Disse drenge, drenge
Pop var her i sidste uge
Han talte om Brooklyn og Place Brooklyn var på
Hvordan de var virkelig gerne, blomstrende som lige nu
Han var, du ved det
Han var tryna, trækker folk op med ham
Han var ikke engang ind i, hvor han var ved at være
Han prøvede bare, han forsøgte at komme derhen
Han var på hans, han var godt på vej
Um, det er bare tragisk
Tyve år gammel, hvile i fred
Gud velsigne pop røg
[Chorus: pop røg]
Se, Nigga, vi lavede det (Grrr, Woo, Bah)
Nigga, vi lavede det, vi lavede det (woo)
Nigga, vi lavede det (woo)
Gudskelov, at jeg lavede det (Grrr, Bah)
Nigga, vi lavede det, vi lavede det (woo)
Se, Momma, jeg lavede det (GRRT)
Nigga, vi lavede det
[Vers 1: Poprøg]
Se, jeg husker dagene, samme pasform i en uge lige
Jeg plejede at spise 50 cent kage, nu er det Philippes's
Det er Philippe's til bøf og Hella thots up i Wraith
Jeg kan ikke kone, der thot, fortæl det tæve, "Kom ud af mit ansigt"
Vi dræbte din storebror, vi dræbte din lillebror
Nu er det Philippes's
Det er Philippes til bøf
Og hella thots up i wraith
Sagde jeg hop i et lam og skrrt off, jeg tilbragte halvtreds op i Bergdorf
Jeg har lort du aldrig hørt om, køb det, jeg er ligeglad med, hvad det koster, nej
Og jeg holder altid en pol, regn, sne, jeg gjorde hundrede på en pro
Hvis du drejppin 'en woo, kommer vi, hvor du bor
Glock 9, Infrarød, Træk op, og tøm klippet, WOO
Dread havde remmen hele sommeren i floss movin 'hensynsløs
Vær venlig at spille ikke med mig, nigga, jeg holder en k wit 'me
[Chorus: pop røg]
Se, Nigga, vi lavede det (Grrr, Woo, Bah)
Nigga, vi lavede det, vi lavede det (woo)
Nigga, vi lavede det (woo)
Gudskelov, at jeg lavede det (Grrr, Bah)
Nigga, vi lavede det, vi lavede det (woo)
Se, Momma, jeg lavede det (GRRT)
Nigga, vi lavede det
[Interlude: pop røg]
Huh?
Vi kommer fra grøfterne, nigga
Fælde, fælde, samme pasform i en uge lige (GRR)
Ved du hvad jeg siger?
50 cent kage, nu spiser vi 'Philippe's bøf
[Vers 2: Pusha T]
Se, Tyler fik årets album for nu
Men pop om at slippe, jeg ser platinen i skyerne
Nu skubbe på at falde, så rigtige trappere stikker rundt
Kronen er kun for kongen, de tryna placere det på en klovn
Jeg erklærer krig, kaldenavn 'han sælger rå'
Forskellige by, samme ghetto, bringe woos på tour
Tryk start, drop top, 812, to-dørs
Baby rover, benz, coupe, tæve, du skal vælge din
Hvordan kan jeg ikke? Woo, hvordan kan jeg ikke?
Når en mursten er tredive seks, tæve, hvordan kunne jeg stoppe?
Disse Richard Milles er en af en, lort, hvordan kunne jeg se?
Vi lavede det, vi lavede det, uanset om du kan lide det eller ej
[Chorus: pop røg]
Nigga, vi lavede det (grrr, woo, bah)
Nigga, vi lavede det, vi lavede det (woo)
Nigga, vi lavede det (woo)
Gudskelov, at jeg lavede det (Grrr, Bah)
Nigga, vi lavede det, vi lavede det (woo)
Se, Momma, jeg lavede det (GRRT)
Nigga, vi lavede det