Tell The Vision

Trippin' Wildin' on television You could Still see a nigga tell the vision Pimpin' Pimpin', boy, these boys pimpin' Different, ye These boys, boys Pop was here last week (all I need) 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 (all I need), 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 (all I need) Um, it's just tragic (all I) 20 years old, Rest in Peace God bless Pop Smoke Look, nigga, we made it (grrr, woo, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Nigga, we made it (woo) Thank God that I made it (grrr, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Look, momma, I made it (grrt) 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 50 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 Look, nigga, we made it (grrr, woo, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Nigga, we made it (woo) Thank God that I made it (grr, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Look, momma, I made it (grrt) Nigga, we made it (All) huh? (I need) We come from the trenches, nigga Trap, trap (woo), same fit for a week straight (grrt) You know what I'm sayin'? 50 Cent cake, now, we eatin' Philippe's steak (haha) 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, 8-12, two-door Baby Rover, Benz, Coupe, bitch, you gotta choose yours How can I not? Woo, how can I not? When a brick is 36, 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 (All I need) (All I need) Look, nigga, we made it (grrr, woo, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Nigga, we made it (woo) Thank God that I made it (grrr, bow) Nigga, we made it, we made it (woo) Look, momma, I made it (grrr)