Tell The Vision - Pop Smoke, Kanye West, Pusha T

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 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' 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, shit, 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