paroles de chanson 502 Come Up - Bryson Tiller
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
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
cocaine,
that's
what
we
putting
out
These
fuck
niggas
saying
Don't
forget
when
you
was
broke,
I
was
looking
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
niggas,
chasing
paper
Getting
books
with
my
niggas
How
the
fuck
can
people
back
home
say
I
smy
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
1 Intro (Difference)
2 Let Em' Know
3 Exchange
4 Right My Wrongs
5 Overtime
6 Been That Way
7 Sorry Not Sorry
8 502 Come Up
9 Rambo
10 The Sequence
11 Ten Nine Fourteen
12 Open Interlude
13 Don't
14 For However Long
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