Haha, mami like—
Mami like, "Damn boy, you made it" (Man, you did)
But she said, "You ain't nice" (At all)
I tell her I know I'm nice, ha (Look)
I don't talk to niggas (Nah), I don't feel these niggas (At all)
Got a hundred round in my pocket, I'm ready, go kill these niggas (Brrt, brrt), look
And it's tunnel vision (Yeah) when I'm in the field, nigga (In the field)
If I tell Mikey Woo (Woo), then he gon' go drill a nigga (Grrt-baow)
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, but shout out my Philly niggas (My Philly niggas)
I don't fuck with a lot of niggas because I'm too real for niggas (Yeah, nah)
They don't know what it means (Yeah) to have million dollar dreams (Dreams)
Then you wake up on the block and it's back to servin' fiends (Yeah)
I don't drink Belaire (Nah), but I'm in Bel Air like I'm Uncle Phil
Don't call me bluff, nigga, I am and, nigga, I will, look (Nigga, I will)
And I'm from the fields (Woo), now it's million dollar deals (Woo)
And it's all out of nowhere, push me and I'ma go there
All in a second, gun kickin' like it's Tekken (Buck, buck)
I'm a force to be reckoned, I'm God's perfection
Look, God gave me a lot in some months, but it could go in a second
If I fuck the wrong bitch (Woo) or walk up in the wrong session
I don't talk to niggas (Nah), I don't feel these niggas (At all)
Got a hundred round in my pocket, I'm ready, go kill these niggas (Brrt, brrt), look
And it's tunnel vision (Yeah) when I'm in the field, nigga (In the field)
If I tell Mikey Woo (Woo), then he gon' go drill a nigga (Grrt-bah)
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, but shout out my Philly niggas (My Philly niggas)
I don't fuck with a lot of niggas because I'm too real for niggas (Yeah, nah)
They don't know what it means (Yeah) to have million dollar dreams (Dreams)
Then you wake up on the block and it's back to servin' fiends (Yeah, nah)
Stepped in the game, started changin' it, changin' it, haha
Never who, forever the Woo
What do you want your impact to be on the music industry?
Like, a hundred years from now, how do you want people to remember you?
Pop Smoke did this, he did that, he did what?
Pop Smoke came in and changed the game
Pop Smoke came in and showed them niggas a new vibe
You know, the whole sound, the whole vibe, the whole movement
Different
Forever my heart, forever my dawgs
We still gon' put on for you
The smoke will never clear
Never
Woo, woo, woo, grrt-baow
compositores: Andre Michael Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Carson Hackney, Jugraj Singh Nag
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