Pop Smoke ft. Kanye West – Tell The Vision

Pop Smoke ft. Kanye West – Tell The Vision Lyrics

Artist: Pop Smoke ft. Kanye West
Song: Tell The Vision

Trippin’
Wildin’ on television
You could
Still see a n#gg# 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, rest in peace

God bless Pop Smoke
Look, n#gg#, we made it (Grr, woo, bah)
n#gg#, we made it, we made it (Woo)
n#gg#, we made it (Woo)

Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)
n#gg#, 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 b#tch, “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 sh#t 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, n#gg#, I keep a K wit’ me
Look, n#gg#, we made it (Grr, woo, bah)
n#gg#, we made it, we made it (Woo)
n#gg#, we made it (Woo)

Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)
n#gg#, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
n#gg#, we made it

Huh?
We come from the trenches, n#gg#
Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Grrt)
You know what I’m sayin’?

50 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, b#tch, you gotta choose yours
How can I not? Woo, how can I not?
When a brick is thirty-six, b#tch, how could I stop?
These Richard Milles are one-of-one, sh#t, how could I watch?

We made it, we made it, whether you like it or not
Look, n#gg#, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)
n#gg#, we made it, we made it (Woo)
n#gg#, we made it (Woo)

Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
n#gg#, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
n#gg#, we made it

Other Songs from FAITH Album
30
8-Ball
Back Door

Beat The Speaker
Bout A Million
Brush Em
Coupe

Demeanor
Demeanor (Spanish Translation)
Genius
Good News

Manslaughter
Merci Beaucoup
More Time
Mr. Jones

Outro
Spoiled
Top Shotta
What’s Crackin

Woo Baby
Woo Baby Interlude
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From the album:
Faith [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021

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