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Pop Smoke - We Made It Lyrics

Rico's going crazy again)
Oh, we come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap, saint fit four-way street (Grr)
Know what I'm sayin'?
50 Cent cake, now we eat Philippe's steak (Hahaha)
Look

Nigga, we made it (Grr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look momma, I made it, look (Grr)

I remember the days, saint fit four-way street
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 rift
I can't wife that thot, tell that bitch get out of my face
We killed your big brother, we killed your little brother
She suckin' dick at the way
I nutted on her face, I left it all on her face
Should I hop in a Lam' and skrt off?
I spent fifty up in myrtle
I got shit you never heard of
Buy, 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 war, we come where you live
Glock nine, infra red
Pull up, empty the clip, whoa
Trey had the strap on 7th
In the floors, where we reckless
Please do not play with me
Nigga, I keep a K with me, look

Nigga, we made it (Grr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look momma, I made it (Grr)
Nigga, we made it

Ayy, lil' momma, we made it
We came up from nothin', now I got a whole lotta (I got a whole lotta)
I had to sleep in the trap, had to whip up the work, had to rake in some more dollars (Rake in some more dollars)
'Bout to get rich in my hood, I live like a king, they treat me like Obama (They treat me like Obama)
I got a chopper, it came with a drum, I promise these niggas don't want problems (Gang, bang)
Nigga, we made it
Sit on that block and I trapped on the daily (Trapped on the daily)
Dark street nigga, I was born in the 90's, still got crack like the '80's (Still got crack like the '80's)
All these niggas wanna act like they proud of me when I know that they hate it (I know that you hatin')
I know a whole a lotta niggas talk down on me but they mad that I'm famous

Nigga, we made it (Grr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look momma, I made it (Grr)
Nigga, we made it