502 Come Up
Yeah-yeah-eah-eah
For real though
It's so wild now
This shit is crazy, yeah
Woke up in the hills this morning
Asking myself, "How did I get here this morning?"
'Vante Parker in that teal and orange
And Russell in that gold and purple
Youngest from the Ville, important
I used to sit up in my room and ponder
Finished school and get a Doctor's
I'm 22, I gotta get it now
Man, who knew he'd have it figured out?
Trapsoul, man, I crack codes
Crack cocaine, that's what we putting out
These f- n- saying
Don't forget when you was broke, I was looking out
And some say there's levels to this sh-
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 -
Look at my -, chasing paper
Getting books with my n-
So how the f- can people back home say I shook on my n-?
Your two cents ain't working for me
All you n- sound commercial to me, man
I don't like commercial n-
Please shut the f- up before I hurt you (f- your feelings)
Don't take it personal (it's nothing personal)
This a Derby City come up, this a Derby City vertical
First 48, straight murder you
For years and years we waited on this, living in a place folks didn't know exist
Surprise -, we up in this b-
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 -
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 talked to Rich 'bout palm trees and bad bitches
And how these snakes can harm me with bad business
Damn, f- out of here, -
It's very rare for young black men to come up out of here, -
Some will call it luck and some will call me up, I ain't heard from you in years
Please get the f- out my ear, -
My peers get it, only G-O-D can judge me, f- 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 -
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- a little more serious
Let's get it
There's not much to say
Whoa, I'm from the Southside
God Tiller
Damn
For real though
It's so wild now
This shit is crazy, yeah
Woke up in the hills this morning
Asking myself, "How did I get here this morning?"
'Vante Parker in that teal and orange
And Russell in that gold and purple
Youngest from the Ville, important
I used to sit up in my room and ponder
Finished school and get a Doctor's
I'm 22, I gotta get it now
Man, who knew he'd have it figured out?
Trapsoul, man, I crack codes
Crack cocaine, that's what we putting out
These f- n- saying
Don't forget when you was broke, I was looking out
And some say there's levels to this sh-
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 -
Look at my -, chasing paper
Getting books with my n-
So how the f- can people back home say I shook on my n-?
Your two cents ain't working for me
All you n- sound commercial to me, man
I don't like commercial n-
Please shut the f- up before I hurt you (f- your feelings)
Don't take it personal (it's nothing personal)
This a Derby City come up, this a Derby City vertical
First 48, straight murder you
For years and years we waited on this, living in a place folks didn't know exist
Surprise -, we up in this b-
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 -
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 talked to Rich 'bout palm trees and bad bitches
And how these snakes can harm me with bad business
Damn, f- out of here, -
It's very rare for young black men to come up out of here, -
Some will call it luck and some will call me up, I ain't heard from you in years
Please get the f- out my ear, -
My peers get it, only G-O-D can judge me, f- 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 -
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- a little more serious
Let's get it
There's not much to say
Whoa, I'm from the Southside
God Tiller
Damn
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Writer(s): Bryson Tiller, Joshua Louis Huizar, Christopher Justice
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