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Tell The Vision (Demo)

by Pop Smoke

on Faith (2021), Unreleased Songs

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
(Rico's going crazy again)
Uh, we come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Grrt)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty cent cake, now we eat Philippe's steak (Hahaha)
Look
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
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, look (Grrt)
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
I remember the days, same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty cake, now, it's Philippe's
It's Philippe's, full of 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
She suckin' dick at the way, I nutted on her face, I left it all on her face
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 nine, 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


[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
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)
Nigga, we made it
[Verse 2: Calboy]
Ayy, look momma, we made it
We came up from nothin', now I got a whole lotta (I got a whole lotta)
I had to sleep in the trap, had to whip up the work, had to rake in some more dollars (Rake in some more dollars)
'Bout to get rich in my hood, I live like a king, they treat me like Obama (They treat me like Obama)
I got a chopper, it came with a drum, I promise these niggas don't want problems (Gang, bang)
Nigga, we made it, sit on that block and I trapped on the daily (Trapped on the daily)
Dark street nigga, I was born in the '90s, still got crack like the '80s (Still got crack like the '80s)
All these niggas wanna act like they proud of me when I know that they hate it (I know that you hatin')
I know a whole a lotta niggas talk down on me but they mad that I'm famous
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
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)
Nigga, we made it