Gravez - 502 Come Up

Song Rating: 8.28/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah-eah-eah
For real though, its so wild now
This sh** crazy yeah

[Verse 1]
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
Im twenty-two, I gotta get it now
Man who knew hed have it figured out?
Trapsoul, man, I crack codes
Crack c**aine, thats what we putting out
These f** n***as saying
Dont forget when you was broke, I was looking out
And some say theres levels to this sh**
Damn look at all the levels that I skipped
Feeling like theres a medal I should get
All these haters getting heavy on my dick
Look at my n***as, chasing paper
Getting books with my n***as
So how the f** can people back home say I shook on my n***as?
Your two cents aint working for me
All you n***as sound commercial to me, man
I dont like commercial n***as
Please shut the f** up before I hurt you
(f** your feelings)
Dont take it personal (its nothing personal)
This a Derby City come up, this a Derby City vertical
First 48, straight murder you

[Interlude]
For years and years we waited on this


Living in a place folks didnt know exist
Surprise motherf**er, we up in this b**h
I said Im back and Im so much better
Im so, so much better
And I wont stop (Louis)
I cant stop
Not now (Louis) not ever (Louis, Louis)

[Verse 2]
Louis slugger with the hits
Knock them out the park then Im knocking down your b**h
Im watching how you pitch
Im not from Houston, no, Im 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 b**hes
And how these snakes can harm me with bad business
Damn, f** out of here, n***a
Its very rare for young black men to come up out of here, n***a
Some will call it luck and some will call me up
I aint heard from you in years
Please get the f** out my ear, n***a
My peers get it
Only G-O-D can judge me, f** the jurisdiction
Im working, aint got time for thirsting
Over how these chicks appear in pictures
Im just painting crystal-clear pictures
Brushing up on my lyrics n***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** a little more serious
Lets get it

[Outro]
Theres not much to say
Woah, Im from the Southside
God Tiller

Damn

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 12:19