Bryson Tiller - 502 Come Up lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Yeah x 4
For real thow, it's so wild now
This shit crazy yah
(Verse)
Woke up in the hills this mornin
Askin myself, how did I get here this mornin?
'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 Doctors
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 puttin out
These fuck niggas sayin
Don't forget when you was broke, I was lookin out
And some say there's levels to this shit
Damn look at all the levels that I skipped
Feelin like there's a medal I should get
All these haters gettin heavy on my dick
Look at my niggas, chasin paper
Gettin books with my niggas
So how the fuck can people back home say I shook on my niggas?
Your 2 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 nothin personal)
This a Derby City come up, this a Derby City vertical
First 48, straight murder you
(Bridge)
For years and years we waited on this
Livin in a place folks didn't know exist
Surprise mutherfucker, 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 x 2)
(Verse)
Louis slugger with the hits
Knock dem out the park then I'm knockin down your bitch
I'm watchin 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 workin, ain't got time for thirstin
Over how these chicks appear in pictures
I'm just paintin crystal-clear pictures
Brushin up on my lyrics nigga
I just wish mamma 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
(Outro)
There's not much to say
Woaah, I'm from the Southside
God Tiller
