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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Kanye West
Vocals
Pusha T
Vocals
Boogz
Programming
Rico Beats
Programming
SethInTheKitchen
Programming
FNZ
Programming
Jalil Peraza
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Songwriter
Michael Mule
Songwriter
Isaac De Boni
Songwriter
Malik Yusef
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Jahmal Gwin
Songwriter
Ricardo Lamarre
Composer
Angie Martinez
Songwriter
Thomas Whitfield
Songwriter
Steven Victor
Songwriter
Luke Doyley
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
Mark "Oji" Williams
Songwriter
Samuel David Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Producer
Boogz
Producer
Rico Beats
Producer
SethInTheKitchen
Producer
FNZ
Producer
Jalil Peraza
Co-Producer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Jordan Franzino
Recording Engineer
Chris Ku
Recording Engineer
Dave Cook
Recording Engineer
Randy “Enzo” Bondurant
Recording Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
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)
Writer(s): Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Terrence Thornton, Kanye West, Angie Martinez, Ricardo Lamarre, Steven Victor, Jess Jackson, Thomas Whitfield, Ross Joseph Portaro, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Michael Mule, Jahmal Gwin, Isaac Deboni, Jalil Peraza, Luke Richard Doyley, Samuel Michael Benjamin Jackson
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