Tell The Vision feat. Kanye West,Pusha T

歌詞

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 thatI 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 thatI made it Nigga we made it, we made it Look mama, I made it Nigga we made it Huh? We come from the trenches, nigga Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Grrt) You know what I'm sayin'? Fifty—cent cake, now, we eatin' Philippe's steak 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, now 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 thatI made it Nigga we made it, we made it Look mama, I made it