502 Come Up

Yeah-yeah-eah-eah For real though It's so wild now This shit 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 Doctor's 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 f- n- saying Don't forget when you was broke, I was looking out And some say there's levels to this sh- 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 - Look at my -, chasing paper Getting books with my n- So how the f- can people back home say I shook on my n-? Your two cents ain't working for me All you n- sound commercial to me, man I don't like commercial n- Please shut the f- up before I hurt you (f- 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 -, we up in this b- 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 - 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 talked to Rich 'bout palm trees and bad bitches And how these snakes can harm me with bad business Damn, f- 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 f- out my ear, - My peers get it, only G-O-D can judge me, f- 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 sh- a little more serious Let's get it There's not much to say Whoa, I'm from the Southside God Tiller Damn