ฟังเพลง502 Come Up (Explicit)

502 Come Up (Explicit) - Bryson Tiller (布莱森·提勒)

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