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/ There 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 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/