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)