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bryson tiller - 502 come up lyrics

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 cocaine, that’s what we putting out
there f-ck n-gg-s saying
don’t forget when you was broke, i was looking out
and some say there’s levels to this sh-t
d-mn 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-gg-s, chasing paper
getting books with my n-gg-s
how the f-ck can people back home say i shook on my n-gg-s
your two cents ain’t working for me
all you n-gg-s sound commercial to me, man
i don’t like commercial n-gg-s
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
d-mn, f-ck out of here n-gg-
it’s very rare for young black men to come up out of here n-gg-
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-gg-
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-gg-
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

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