[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 & Fivio Foreign]
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, yeah, look, uh, yeah)
N***a, we made it

[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
First off (First off), moment of silence for Pop, n***a (Yeah)
Now come in and rock with us (Uh, yeah)
I remember they ain't wanna give me dap
Couldn't buy weed, I had to smoke a black
I ain't even had no money for a snack, now I got the new Amiris with the pack (Uh)
'Cause n***a, we made it (Uh)
When I was in jail, I ain't even feel famous (I ain't even feel famous)
Yeah, huh, I had the New Balance, no laces (Nah)
Now I got a new crib so spacious (Uh), in a brand new location (Uh)
N***a, fuck a congratulations (Yeah), I want a standing ovation (Bitch!)
I let the perk dissolve in the Fiji
N***as done put my music on the TV
I give 'em 30 bullets just to free B
My name on the city, I don't do graffiti
You know I ain't write it (You know I ain't write it)
I sent 'em a message, you know I ain't type it (Baow)
If you gave me advice and I never used it, n***a then you know I ain't like it (Ah)
Big labels wasn't bringin' them checks in
We had to hustle money for a session
In them clubs, wasn't lettin' us set in
Now they give us money bottles in the section (Uh, yeah, huh)
In them clubs, wasn't lettin' us set in (Nah)
(And they give me money bottles in the section)
[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)
Look