We Made It

[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