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      502 Come Up

      Bryson Tiller

      Album: Trapsoul

      Bryson Tiller - 502 Come Up Música y Letra

      Yeah-yeah-eah-eah
      For real though, it's so wild now
      This shit crazy yeah
      
      Woke up in the hills this morning
      Asking myself, how did I get here this morning?
      Vonte Parker in that till 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 fuck niggas saying
      Don't forget when you was broke, I was living
      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
      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

      Bryson Tiller - 502 Come Up Música y Letra

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