[Intro: Pop Smoke]
(Rico's going crazy again)
Uh, we come from the trenches, n***a
Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Woo, grrt)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty cent cake, now we eat Philippe's steak (Hahaha)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, n***a, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)
N***a, we made it, we made it (Woo)
N***a, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
N***a, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Look, I remember the days, same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty-cent cake
Now, it's Philippe's, it's Philippe's for the steak
And hella thots up in the Wraith
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
Said I hop in a Lamb' and skrrt off, I spent fifty up in Bergdorf
I got shit you never heard of, buy it, 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' a woo, we come where you live, Glock 9, infrared
Pull up, and empty the clip, woo
Dread had the strap all summer in the Floss movin' reckless
Please, do not play wit' me, n***a, I keep a K wit' me
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, n***a, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)
N***a, we made it, we made it (Woo)
N***a, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
N***a, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
N***a, we made it

[Verse 2: Calboy]
Ayy, look 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 n***as don't want problems (Gang, bang)
N***a, we made it, sit on that block and I trapped on the daily (Trapped on the daily)
Dark street n***a, I was born in the '90s, still got crack like the '80s (Still got crack like the '80s)
All these n***as wanna act like they proud of me when I know that they hate it (I know that you hatin')
I know a whole lotta n***as talk down on me but they mad that I'm famous

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
N***a, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)
N***a, we made it, we made it (Woo)
N***a, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
N***a, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
N***a, we made it