Official lyric video for Pop Smoke "Tell The Vision" feat. Kanye West & Pusha T from Faith, available everywhere now: https://PopSmoke.lnk.to/Faith
Lyrics:
Drippin’, wildin’ on television You could
Still see a nigga tell the vision Pimpin
Whippin
But these ??????
Pop was here last week. He was talkin’ about Brooklyn and the place Brooklyn was at. How they were really like thrivin’ right now but he was you know, he was tryna pull people up with him. And he wasn’t even to where he was about to be, he just was tryin’ to, he was tryna get, I mean he was well on his way. It’s just tragic. 20 years old, rest in peace, God Bless Pop Smoke.
Look, nigga we made it Nigga we made it, we made it Nigga we made it
Thank God that I made it Nigga we made it, we made it Look mama, I made it
I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat 50 cent cake
Now it’s Phillippe’s
It’s Phillippe’s for the steak
And hella thots up in the wraith
I can’t wife that thot
Til that bitch get out my face
We killed your big brother
We killed your little brother
Now it’s Phillippe’s
It’s Phillippe’s for the steak
And hella thots up in the wraith
Said I hop in the Lam, skirt 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 the 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 moving reckless Please do not play with me Nigga I keep a K with me
Look, nigga we made it Nigga we made it, we made it Nigga we made it
Thank God that I made it Nigga we made it, we made it Look mama, I made it
Nigga we made it
We come from the trenches nigga Trap, trap
Same fit for a week straight
Know what I’m saying, 50 cent cake Now we eating Phillipe’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 clowns 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 better choose yours How can I not? Oo! How can I not?
When a brick is 36, bitch how could I stop
These Richard Milles are 1 of 1, shit how could I watch
We Made It We Made It, whether you like it or not
Look, nigga we made it Nigga we made it, we made it Nigga we made it
Thank God that I made it Nigga we made it, we made it Look mama, I made it
#PopSmoke #Faith
Lyrics:
Drippin’, wildin’ on television You could
Still see a nigga tell the vision Pimpin
Whippin
But these ??????
Pop was here last week. He was talkin’ about Brooklyn and the place Brooklyn was at. How they were really like thrivin’ right now but he was you know, he was tryna pull people up with him. And he wasn’t even to where he was about to be, he just was tryin’ to, he was tryna get, I mean he was well on his way. It’s just tragic. 20 years old, rest in peace, God Bless Pop Smoke.
Look, nigga we made it Nigga we made it, we made it Nigga we made it
Thank God that I made it Nigga we made it, we made it Look mama, I made it
I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat 50 cent cake
Now it’s Phillippe’s
It’s Phillippe’s for the steak
And hella thots up in the wraith
I can’t wife that thot
Til that bitch get out my face
We killed your big brother
We killed your little brother
Now it’s Phillippe’s
It’s Phillippe’s for the steak
And hella thots up in the wraith
Said I hop in the Lam, skirt 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 the 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 moving reckless Please do not play with me Nigga I keep a K with me
Look, nigga we made it Nigga we made it, we made it Nigga we made it
Thank God that I made it Nigga we made it, we made it Look mama, I made it
Nigga we made it
We come from the trenches nigga Trap, trap
Same fit for a week straight
Know what I’m saying, 50 cent cake Now we eating Phillipe’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 clowns 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 better choose yours How can I not? Oo! How can I not?
When a brick is 36, bitch how could I stop
These Richard Milles are 1 of 1, shit how could I watch
We Made It We Made It, whether you like it or not
Look, nigga we made it Nigga we made it, we made it Nigga we made it
Thank God that I made it Nigga we made it, we made it Look mama, I made it
#PopSmoke #Faith
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