作词 : FNZ/Jahlil/Bashar Jackson/Terrence LeVarr Thornton/Ross Portaro/Steven Victor

作曲 : Boogz/FNZ/Jahlil/Bashar Jackson/Kanye Omari West/Jahmal Gwin/Terrence LeVarr Thornton/Ricardo Lamarre/Ross Portaro/Steven Victor

Tripping

Wildin' on television

You could

Still see a nigga tell the vision

Pimpin', boy, these boys, pimpin'

Different

These boys, boys

Pop was here last week

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, pull people up with him

He wasn't even into where he was about to be

He was just trying to, trying to get

I mean, he was well on his way

Um, It's just tragic

Twenty years old, rest in peace

God blеss Pop Smoke

Nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)

Nigga, wе 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

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, full of steak and hella thots up in the Wraith

I can't wife that thot, tell that *****, get out of my face

We killed your big brother, we killed your little brother

She suckin' **** 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 Bergadorf

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

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

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, *****, you better choose yours

How can I not? Woo, how can I not?

When a brick is thirty-six, *****, 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

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)