Pusha T, Kanye West - Tell the Vision lyrics

Trippin' wildin' on television
You could still see a nigga tell the vision
Pimpin' (Pimpin') boy, these boys, pimpin'
Different, huh 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' 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
I mean, he was on his, he was well on his way
Um, it's just tragic, twenty years old
Rеst in peace god bless Pop Smokе

Look, nigga, we made it (Grrt, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)
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 fifty-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 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 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 (Grrt, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
Nigga, we made it

Uh? We come from the trenches, nigga (Woo)
Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight
(Grrt) you know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty-cent cake, now
We eatin' Philippe's steak (Ha ha ha)

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, bitch
You gotta choose yours
How can I not? Woo, how can I not?
When a brick is thirty-six, 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

Look, nigga, we made it (Grrt, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)