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[Intro: Pop Smoke]
(Rico's going crazy again)
Oh, we come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap, [?] street (Grrr)
Know what I'm sayin'?
50 Cent cake, now we ain't fully saved (Hahaha)
Look
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Nigga, we made it (Grrr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look momma, I made it, look (Grrr)
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
I remember the days, saint fit four street
I used to eat 50 Cent cake
Now, it's Phillipe's
It's Phillipe's, full of steak
And hella thots 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
Black guy in a [?]
Pull up, empty the clip, whoa
Drag the strap on 7th
In the floors, where we reckless
Please do not play with me
Nigga, I keep a K with me, look
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Nigga, we made it (Grrr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look momma, I made it (Grrr)
Nigga, we made it
[Verse 2: Calboy]
Ayy, lil' momma, we made it
We came up from nothin', now I got a whole lotta (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)
Lookin' some more to get rich in my hood, I look 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 no problems (Gang, bang)
Nigga, we made it
Sit on that block and I jugged on a daily (Jugg, jugg)
Dark street nigga, I was born in the 90's, still got crack like an addict (Still got crack like the addicts)
All these niggas wanna act like they proud of me when I know that they hate it (I know you hate it)
I know a whole a lotta niggas talk down on me but they mad that I'm famous
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Nigga, we made it (Grrr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr-bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look momma, I made it (Grrr)
Nigga, we made it
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