502 Come Up

Hey, yah, yah

(Yah, yah)

(Yah, yah)

For real, though

It's so wild, man

This is 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

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 putting out

These fuck **** saying

"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

Feeling like there's a medal I should get

All these haters getting heavy on my dick

Look at my ****

Chasing paper, getting books with my ****

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

Your two cents ain't working for me

All you **** sound commercial to me

Man, I don't like commercial, ****, please

Shut the fuck up 'fore 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 never (Louis, Louis)

Louis slugger with the hits

Knock 'em 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 6

Got the 4-Series, I should cop the 6 after the World Series

I just talked to Rich about palm trees and bad bitches

And how these snakes could harm me with bad business (Damn)

Fuck out of here, ****

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

Some will call it luck and some will call me up

I ain't heard from you in years

Please get the fuck out of my ear, ****

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, ****

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

Whoa, I'm from the Southside

God Tiller

Damn