Pop Smoke - Tell The Vision (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Pop Smoke - Tell The Vision (en) Lyrics
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Trippin'
Wildin' on television
You could
Still see a nigga 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' 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 (Grr, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)
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
filets 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
Nigga, we made it
We come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap, same fit for
a week straight (Grrt)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty-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, 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
(Grrr, woo, bah)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
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