Tell The Vision (feat. Kanye West & Pusha T)

Trippin'

Wildin' on television

You could

Still see a nigga tell the vision

Pimpin' (Pimpin')

Boy, these boys, pimpin'

Different

These boys, boys

Pop was here last week

He was talkin' about Brooklyn and the place Brooklyn was at

How they were really like, thrivin' 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, rеst in peace

God bless Pop Smokе

Look, nigga, we made it (Grr, woo, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Nigga, we made it (Woo)

Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)

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 fifty-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

Look, nigga, we made it (Grr, woo, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Nigga, we made it (Woo)

Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)

Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)

Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)

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 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

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)