502 Come Up
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 coc*ine that's what we putting out
There f**k niggas saying
Don't forget when you was broke I was looking out
And some say there's levels to this sh*t
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
How the f**k 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 f**k up before I hurt you
F**k 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**ker we up in this b**ch
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**ch
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**ches
And how these snakes can harm me with bad business
Damn f**k out of here ni**a
It's very rare for young black men to come up out of here ni**a
Some will call it luck and some will call me up
I ain't heard from you in years
Please get the f**k out my ear ni**a
My peers get it
Only g-o-d can judge me f**k 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 ni**a
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