502 Come Up
Bryson Tiller Lyrics
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For real though, it's so wild now
This 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
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?
Trap soul, 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
So 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
In "502 Come Up," Bryson Tiller reflects on his rise to fame as a young black man from Louisville, Kentucky. The song begins with Tiller marveling at how wild his life has become, waking up in the hills and surrounded by success. He goes on to recall his humble beginnings, sitting in his room and dreaming of becoming a doctor. Tiller is proud of what he has accomplished, having cracked the code of trap soul and skipping levels that others may never attain. He specifically addresses those who may have supported him in the past but now doubt his loyalty, asserting that they cannot understand his journey. In the latter half of the song, Tiller discusses his love of music, his disdain for commercialism, and his determination to succeed despite any obstacles.
The lyrics of "502 Come Up" are packed with emotion and honesty, allowing listeners to get a glimpse into Tiller's personal and professional journey. The song is also notable for its unique blend of trap and R&B, which has become Tiller's signature sound. Overall, "502 Come Up" is a powerful anthem that speaks to the resilience and determination of young artists who are striving to make it in the music industry.
Line by Line Meaning
For real though, it's so wild now
This crazy yeah
The situation has become unpredictable and difficult to comprehend
Woke up in the hills this morning
Asking myself, how did I get here this morning?
Surprised to find oneself in a more successful and affluent situation
Vante Parker in that teal and orange
And Russell in that gold and purple
Reference to basketball players, representing ambition and success
Youngest from the Ville, imported
I used to sit up in my room and ponder
Finished school and get a doctors
Describing his background as the youngest person from his city, having aspirations for higher education
I'm twenty-two, I gotta get it now
Man who knew he'd have it figured out?
Feeling the pressure to succeed at a young age and reflecting on how far he has come
Trap soul, man, I crack codes
Crack cocaine, that's what we putting out
Combining musical talent with the darker side of life, referencing the impact of the drug culture on his community
These fuck niggas saying
Don't forget when you was broke, I was looking out
Dealing with people who criticize his success and forget the support he received from them
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
Being proud of the progress he has made and feeling deserving of recognition
All these haters getting heavy on my dick
Look at my niggas, chasing paper
Getting books with my niggas
So how the fuck can people back home say I shook on my niggas
Dismissing negativity and celebrating the loyalty of his friends who share in his success
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)
Rejecting unsolicited advice and criticism from people who don't understand his unique approach
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
Clarifying that his success is a result of his own hard work, and warning potential competitors about his determination
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
Reflecting on the struggles he and his community have faced, while celebrating their newfound success
And I won't stop (Louis)
I can't stop
Not now (Louis) not ever (Louis, Louis)
Expressing his confidence and determination to continue succeeding, while referencing a popular fashion brand
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
Using baseball references to describe his ability to succeed on his own terms, while distancing himself from others who follow trends
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
Reflecting on the irony of teaching wealthy people about his unique experiences, while also acknowledging the risks of entering business deals with the wrong people
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
Acknowledging the challenges of achieving success as a black man, and dismissing the opinions of those who didn't support him during his journey
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
Cultivating his craft and refusing to get caught up in superficial distractions, while acknowledging his faith and that he is accountable only to a higher power
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
Longing for the presence of his late mother and acknowledging the importance of taking responsibility for his own success
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bryson Tiller, Christopher Justice, Joshua Louis Huizar
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Bryson Tiller: 502 Come up
Main loop melody:
Xylophones&Chimes/Piano/Strings combo
Every 8th youngchop snare-Main loop melody switches up & mystical deep xylophones
Melody pluck's (On youngchop snares)
FX synth that slurs up
Outro melodies: (When Bryson talks)
Mysic Choir/Opera singing
New melody that kinda builds low
Drums:
Heavy Kick
Young Chop snare
Background snares
Snare drops (Ending each verse)
Very vague reverse sound connected to snare drops
Trap hihats & simple hihat combo
Open hihats
Basses:
808Bassline
Synth outro-bass
Chant: Screaming Ah!! (With reverb/delay)
FX:
Muffling
Bass distortion buildup
Very vague beat wind down (before each verse begins)
Other traveling EQ FX
@Septix
That actual ball pitch was fukin dope.
@thetechdude1
Bruh I was like damm
@Sn1ckersB0y41
talk about it!
@toofly303
Truth! Killed it in this song for real
@brigitteb5856
Yasss that's what i was thinking!!!!!
@spodercleurs3231
I had a little nerdgasm the first time I heard it.
@itzkarri1826
I like the "I used to sit in my room and ponder.."
@cbj1443
fr 😂
@Gerardo_97
😂😂😂
@coolheymanpoop123456
The song is everywhere I like the change in the son though