Trippin!
Wylin' on television
You could
Still see a nigga tell the vision
Pimpin'
Pimpin', boy, these boys pimpin1'
Different
Yeah, 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

Look, nigga we made it
Nigga we made it, we made it
Nigga we made it
Thank God that I made it
Nigga we made it, we made it
Look mama, I made it

Look, I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty cent cake
Now it's Phillippe's
It's Phillippe's for the steak
And hella thots up in the Wraith
I can't wife that thot, tell that bitch get out my face
We killed your big brother
We killed your little brother
Now it's Phillippe's
It's Phillippe's for the steak
And hella thots up in the Wraith
Said I hop in the Lam and skirt 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' the 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 with me
Nigga, I keep a K with me

Look, nigga we made it
Nigga we made it, we made it
Nigga we made it
Thank God that I made it
Nigga we made it, we made it
Look mama, I made it
Nigga we made it

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 better 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, sh*t, how could I watch?
We Made It, We Made It, whether you like it or not

Look, nigga we made it
Nigga we made it, we made it
Nigga we made it
Thank God that I made it
Nigga we made it, we made it
Look mama, I made it