502 Come Up - Bryson Tiller

Yeah-yeah-eah-eah

For real though

It's so wild, man

This shit 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

Finish school and get a Doctor's?

I'm twenty-two, 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 fuck niggas saying

Don't forget when you was broke, I was looking out

And some say there's levels to this shit

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 dick

Look at my niggas, chasing paper, getting books with my niggas

So how the fuck can people back home say I shook on my niggas?

Your two cents ain't working for me

All you niggas sound commercial to me, man

I don't like commercial niggas

Please shut the fuck up before I hurt you (Fuck 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 motherfucker, we up in this bitch

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 bitch

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, fuck out of here, nigga

It's very rare for young black men to come up out of here, nigga

Some will call it luck and some will call me up, I ain't heard from you in years

Please get the fuck out my ear, nigga

My peers get it, only G-O-D can judge me, fuck 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 nigga

I just wish momma was here to live up under chandeliers with us

I guess all I ever had to do was take this shit a little more serious

Let's get it

There's not much to say

Woah, I'm from the Southside

God Tiller

Damn