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, 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)