[Intro: Kanye West]
Trippin'
Wildin' on television
You could
Still see a nigga tell the vision
Pimpin' (Pimpin')
Boy, these boys, pimpin'
Different, huh
These boys, boys—

[Interlude: Angie Martinez]
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

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
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)
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