502 Come Up

  • Yeah-yeah-eah-eah
    For real though, it's so wild now
    This 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, 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?
    Trap soul, 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 forty-eight, 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 taught the 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

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