502 Come up – Bryson Tiller
Yeah-yeah-eah-eah
For real though, it’s so wild now
This sh_t crazy yeah
Woke up in the hills this morning
Asking myself, how did I get here this morning?
Vonte Parker in that teal and orange
And Russell in that gold and purple
Youngest from the Ville, imported
I used to sit up in my room and ponder
Finished school and get a Doctors
I’m twenty-two, I gotta get it now
Man who knew he’d have it figured out?
Trapsoul, man, I crack codes
Crack c_caine, that’s what we putting out
There f_ck n_ggas saying
Don’t forget when you was broke, I was looking out
And some say there’s levels to this sh_t
Damn look at all the levels that I skipped
Feeling like there’s a medal I should get
All these haters getting heavy on my d_ck
Look at my n_ggas, chasing paper
Getting books with my n_ggas
How the f_ck can people back home say I shook on my n_ggas
Your two cents ain’t working for me
All you n_ggas sound commercial to me, man
I don’t like commercial n_ggas
Please shut the f_ck up before I hurt you
F_ck your feelings
Don’t take it personal, it’s nothing personal
This a Derby City come up, this a Derby City vertical
First forty-eight, straight murder you
For years and years we waited on this
Living in a place folks didn’t know exist
Surprise motherf_cker, we up in this b_tch
I said I’m back and I’m so much better
I’m so, so much better
And I won’t stop (Louis)
I can’t stop
Not now (Louis) not ever (Louis, Louis)
Louis slugger with the hits
Knock them out the park then I’m knocking down your b_tch
I’m watching how you pitch
I’m not from Houston, no, I’m not from ’round the six
Got the four series, I should cop the six after the world series
I just taught the rich ’bout palm trees and bad b_tches
And how these snakes can harm me with bad business
Damn, f_ck out of here n_gga
It’s very rare for young black men to come up out of here n_gga
Some will call it luck and some will call me up
I ain’t heard from you in years
Please get the f_ck out my ear n_gga
My peers get it
Only G-O-D can judge me, f_ck the jurisdiction
I’m working, ain’t got time for thirsting
Over how these chicks appear in pictures
I’m just painting crystal clear pictures
Brushing up on my lyrics n_gga
I just wish momma was here to live up under chandeliers with us
I guess all I ever had to do was take this sh_t a little more serious
Let’s get it
There’s not much to say
Woah, I’m from the southside
God Tiller
