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

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Trippin!
Wildin' on television
You could
Still see a **** tell the vision
Pimpin'
Pimpin', boy, these boys pimpin'
Different
Yeah, these boys, boys
[Verse 2]
Look, **** we made it
**** we made it, we made it
**** we made it
Thank God that I made it
**** we made it, we made it
Look mama, I made it
[Verse 3]
Look, I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty 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, tell 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 Lamb' and skirt 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' 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 movin' reckless
Please do not play with me
****, I keep a K with me
[Verse 4]
Look, **** we made it
**** we made it, we made it
**** we made it
Thank God that I made it
**** we made it, we made it
Look mama, I made it
**** we made it
[Verse 5]
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 better 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
[Verse 6]
Look, **** we made it
**** we made it, we made it
**** we made it
Thank God that I made it
**** we made it, we made it
Look mama, I made it
Written by: Bashar Jackson, Kanye Omari West, Boogz, Jahmal Gwin, Terrence LeVarr Thornton, FNZ, Jahlil, Ricardo Lamarre, Ross Portaro, Steven Victor
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