Isaiah Rashad Silkk Da Shocka

Yeah I almost got this

At least we got it memorized

This for the haves and the haves wanna give a fucks, hey

I ride around in your car

I put my weed in your blunt

I am the sky to your star

I am the end of your month

You are the start of my day

You brought the smile from my face

I see the world from your eyes

You pulled a thorn from my side

I know you love me

It’s rare I know you love me

But yeah I know you love me

It’s rare I know you love me

You give me all that you got

You make it stretch it and flip

I fell in love with your thighs

I learned it’s more than your hips

You know I’m caught in my vibe

But I still give you my rib

You hear them callin’ my name

But know it’s hard for me here

I’m left at home by myself

I chose the world in the end

I say you know I be back

You try your best to pretend

I say you all that I want

And when I make it, it’s real

I hear ’em callin’ my name

It’s gettin’ hard for me here

To know you love me

It’s rare to know you love me

But yeah I know you love me

It’s rare I know you love me

And these stars are nothin’ but your cousins

And starin’ at your mama in heaven was a father

So holla you heard I’m usin’ narcotics

I don’t wanna be here if I don’t gotta

My weed habit so close to snortin’ powder

Got a few gripes but it’s only about a dollar

Feel so hollow unless you’re usin’ narcotics

See I don’t wanna be here if I don’t gotta

My weed habit so close to snortin’ powder

Got a few bitches but it’s only bout a dollar

Feel so hollow unless you’re usin’ narcotics

See I don’t wanna

[Dave Free:]

Tell me, man you talkin’ bout this, you talkin’ bout that. Talkin’ about shit you ain’t got nothin’ to talk about, find a motherfuckin’ topic, God damn just find the topic bro. Seriously God damn, complicated ass young motherfuckers

Isaiah Rashad Dressed Like Rappers

(My nigga made sure you were [?] for real)

(How could you ever pop a pill pack)

I won’t let you go

(My nigga made sure you were [?] for real)

(How could you ever pop a pill pack)

I control the speed and I won’t let you go, no, no way

You’re everything I love

Hoes and weed

And I could testify

Cause who’s ashamed

So I might testify

I got a face that only your bitch could love

Your type niggas don’t mix with us

Ain’t this special like just because

Backpack full of that wrist and lung

Boarding pass, pass my troubles

High as fuck, lost my wallet

Going back, back to Cali

Saw my son, miss my daughter

Real life

What does it feel like?

I got my pills on

You know I’m real numb

Gettin’ ready for this motherfucker

I control the speed and I won’t let you go, no away

You’re everything I love

Hoes and weed

And I could testify

Cause who’s ashamed

So I might testify

I can’t admit

I’ve been depressed, I hit a wall, ouch

I hit the bank, you hit the dab

I hit the ball out

Praying God pay my cable

Splurging out one more favor

Little boys dressed like rappers

Can that road make them daddies?

I talked to God

I got approved, I got a life now

If I should die

While I’m awake, I had a nice time

I control the speed and I won’t let you go, no away

You’re everything I love

(Everything I love, how could you ever say no?)

[Dave Free:]

Dawg I just looked at your Wikipedia bro and it’s some information… you know you see some information you already know? But you look at it more cause it’s right in your face again? Bro you was born in 1991 my nigga, that’s weird dog, it’s creepy man. You was born in 1991 dog, you talk about this nasty shit in your music, all this crazy shit in your music, all this life shit in your music dog. Girls, bro, the girls you meet dog they’re like born in 1994 bro, that’s creepy dog, that’s nasty dog

Isaiah Rashad Brad Jordan

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]

Now it’s just me, my nigga Mikey D, getting throwed

We was bangin’ out some Masta P, on the road

I prefer my word with platinum teeth, maybe gold

They don’t like it when you come direct, well fuck, but Spottie bold

Tell them hoes they better come correct, cause I fuck

My momma told me we no ‘ceptin’ any memberships, no adding losses

I won’t step up in your dealership until I’m flossin’

We no flexy with the funk, add a blessing to that punk

Damn, I got a son he on the way, but that’s my baby

I’ve been spittin’ like it’s crack or some, like since the 80’s

I was born I think in ’91, that mean I’m chosen

When I slide back through your hood, bitch, just have a frozen, bitch

[Hook]

Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I’m Brad Jordan

Goddamn, I’m in, feel like I’m Brad Jordan

Scarface somethin’, like I’m Brad Jordan

Feel like I’m the fuckin’, feel like I’m Brad Jordan

Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental

In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas

Feel like I’m Brad Jordan

[Bridge: Isaiah Rashad]

Now you would think I work from South Park, grindin’, always makin’ trouble

Grippin’, on another level, mothafucka

I feel like droppin’ classics, like the rucker

And rappers be too passive

[Verse 2: Michael Da Vinci]

It’s just me, my brother Spottie, bitch, sit low

I’ve been drinkin’ since my momma called, around 4

Niggas asking me too many questions, fuckin’ throwed

Ride Da Vinci, Mike, December we was losing, now we winnin’

Can I sport a couple in this, play for bucks that Brandon Jennings

Wear your crown and your pocket, or that shit’ll come up missin’

You that nigga but the misses, eat a dick and mind ya business

This for all my Eastside niggas who be eating, do no sleeping

For their seedlin’, never go to parties even if it is the weekend

Shout-out to the women who be faithful to their pimpin’

And shout-out to them haters who be all up in their feelins

And shout-out to my daddy, I’mma buy your ass a Bentley

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Outro: Isaiah Rashad]

A bunch of bustas

I’m on everybody’s asses, and this the notice

And I ain’t even tryin’, ho, did you notice?

And this the standard, fuckin’ bogus

You fuckin’ rappers

Isaiah Rashad By George

Hop on the road and say

That it was love last night

I know the world can wait

We don’t usually take that long

I gotta, gotta new me, yeah

TV shows

We ain’t that far from home

I used to could’ve, would’ve, should’ve

If I want it you be waitin’ till the mornin’ for real

Cause she told me I’m a light weight

This ain’t love low tide

You love lo-los

In your eyes singing your song

Like

We don’t usually take that long

The gallon, gallon of weed here

TV shows

We ain’t that far from home

I used to could’ve, would’ve, should’ve

If I want it you be waitin’ till the mornin’ for real

Hop on the road and say

That it was love last night

I know the world can wait

I ain’t been there in so long

You take me back to ’99

I ain’t been there in so long

You take me back to ’99

I ain’t been there in so long

You take me back to ’99

I heard they boy ain’t got no sandwich

But your mama got some cabbage

Tell me would you steal it from her?

I run away, I run away, it ain’t nothin’ on the TV

Baby tell me what you stealin’ from

I tried to get to know you

Like lies and matrimony

I heard the moon ain’t got no sandwich

But your mama got some cabbage

Tell me would you steal it from her?

Is it okay to come down sometimes?

Wow it’s so good comin’ down

We don’t usually take that long

The gallon, gallon of weed here

We don’t usually take that long

The gallon, gallon of weed here

Isaiah Rashad Modest

[Verse 1]

Modest, I, be in interviews, some niggas hating

Cause I play it like, I no have no clue that I’m the greatest

Tori come, sit up on this dick, I see you waiting

Need a baby cause I’m too young and wild to be the savior

Nail me to the cross and I’m just hanging

Least they left the serpeant in my fingers, I’m just smoking

Players from my city rarely make it to a poster

‘less you got a warrant, what you got in that Corolla?

Oh, officer, just Boosie Boo and DG Yola

Won’t let them haters get me down, that’s what they told us

It’s funny how they blame the south when they weak shit don’t blow up

We came with all the funk while niggas act like they don’t know us

Just living a lie, OG’s, acting like hoes, we couldn’t rekindle the fire

Nigga, retire, nigga, catch up with the time, I can see more than the block

I can see more than your spot, I don’t be stuck in the past, homie, I’m puffing

The grass, holding my cool like a strap, look at my southerner ass

[Hook]

Niggas try to tell you what you want

But niggas rarely give you what you need

Bitch, I came right here with the bounce

And if that ain’t enough I got some weed

Yeah, cause

[Verse 2]

Quiet, I be in living room, cuh, nigga shaded

With my Nia Long, I sing her a song, she masturbating

Then bring me alone, she got something to say like Larry David

But I leave her lone, ho, I gotta go, I got a baby

Stuck in Babylon, niggas carry bombs and carry rabies

Who gon’ speak for you? Who gon’ sing your song if you don’t play this?

I got stress for days, picture you go home and you that nigga

But can’t pay your bill, you can’t buy no diapers for your little one

Don’t you pay for thrill, child support is like a check away

How you chill with Kendrick? Do you smoke with Q and Dr. Dre?

Least today is real, I should ask some groupie for some face

Just a stepping stone, least them kind of bitches know their place

This my second home, this where favorite rappers get replaced

This what the niggas from the South gon’ kill that, doubt it, bring the bass

Bitch, I came here right here with an ounce

And if that ain’t enough you gotta leave

[Hook]

Isaiah Rashad Gil

Late nights, stay on it

Bright lights, they want it

And it’s funny how you so charismatic

A sex addict, but stay lonely

Throw a beat on, I kill it

Not a gun though, my feelings

Here comes slow, pop pilling

And I die young, God willing

God willing, shit

Got me over here tripping

And liquor don’t help for the feelings I felt

I’m just over here chilling

Yeah, always seem to blame a bitch

The only thing I got is my pain and shit

And these hoes want art

Love over your canvases

Should I talk about my dad or something?

Always feel like I’m mad for nothing

Rap fast cause a crash is coming

And it hurts for the words but it lasts for something

Po Pimpin’ so Do or Die

Slit wrists, so suicidal

Stay cool in a pool of fire

Worship in a verse, nigga who’s your idol?

Ain’t never felt like this before

Would you ride for freedom? Would you die for freedom?

Got a ski mask on and a pistol loaded

Hear money talking, I die to meet ’em

Looking forward to the bright lights

Late nights and the bullshit

Yeah, they was talking that good shit

That’s far as they could get, yeah

Isaiah Rashad Tity And Dolla

[Intro – Isaiah Rashad:]

Man, I’m just writing shit don’t get mad when we’re tryna rap

Listen me in this motherfucker [?]

Yeah

[Verse 1 – Isaiah Rashad:]

I’m just one dirty motherfucker

I hurt myself way more than you

This too much out here for the cup

I put that codeine in my soup

Used to spit in granny face, I’m supposed to show you love

I don’t need no picket line and I don’t need no fuckin’ hug

You just rappin’ just because

With your napkin full of drugs

Too exclusive in the back

Should we sneak them in the club

Who is that nigga if I ain’t that nigga?

It ain’t thing poppin’ if I ain’t with Robert

Gotta consider my liver my nigga

Gotta get rid of my kidney my nigga

That was the only thing holding me back

None of these niggas ain’t tellin’ me shit

Lately I’ve only been bumpin’ that Yachty

All this Burberry on top of my body

I know that some day would get me that ‘Rarri

Pullin’ up tryna tell me the truth

I hit you back like lil nigga revise it

Look what I got, bitches, Tity and Dolla’

Tell ’em lay back and just check out the power

[Hook – Isaiah Rashad:]

Sweet line you oh so warm, you so warm

Just wanna be like one of them

But now I don’t, I ran away

I ran away, I ran away

I know that bitches gon’ be with it but I love them hoes

Just call before ‘fore you come, just call before you go

Bitches gon’ be bitches but I love them hoes

Just call it before you come, just call before you go

Bitches gon’ be bitches but I love them hoes

Just call before you, just call before you come

Bitches gon’ be bitches but I love them hoes

Just call before you, just call before you

Yeah call before you come, bitch!

[Verse 2 – Hugh Augustine:]

I be on my own shit, what’s the motion?

Condoms, weed, and lotion, wavy like the ocean

I got no emotions, dolo in the function

You ain’t in my section, you can’t tell me nothin’

She just wanna sip on the real pink soda

Ride with a big billed .40

Slide through the hood I know it’s all good

I ain’t from the set but I still got soldiers

Seven when I roll the dice, Henny straight, hold the ice

Lately I don’t take advice

Claimin’ we don’t live for twice, seen to a poltergeist

Treat the beat like I planned a heist

[Bridge – Hugh Augustine:]

I know bitches just wanna be hoes

No ho just wanna love me

Know she wanna get cuddly, sip the bubbly

With an OG smokin’ OG

I know bitches just wanna be hoes

No ho just wanna love me

Know she wanna get cuddly, sip the bubbly

With an OG smokin’ OG

[Hook – Isaiah Rashad:]

Sweet line you oh so warm, you so warm

Just wanna be like one of them

But now I don’t, I ran away

I ran away, I ran away

I know that bitches gon’ be with it but I love them hoes

Just call before ‘fore you come, just call before you go

Bitches gon’ be bitches but I love them hoes

Just call it before you come, just call before you go

Bitches gon’ be bitches but I love them hoes

Just call before you, just call before you come

Bitches gon’ be bitches but I love them hoes

Just call before you, just call before you

Yeah call before you come, bitch!

[Verse 3 – Jay Rock:]

I peep, I know why, I know why hoes ain’t fuck

With your boy now they wanna say hi when I go by

Gang sicker than ebola bitch

Know when to roll up when I load my .45

Sheesh, fine lines I cross between

Pimp shit and try to enjoy this life

Yeah bitch I know what it’s like

You get whatever you wish long as your coin is right, right

Wake up to the real tamale

So ill might kill somebody just for GP

Be me with a white bitch

Waitin’ around the corner in a Mustang GT

I ain’t talkin’ bout much

Nothin’ but fuckin’ and countin’ a few bucks

I’m all that shit you talk

My crystal ball show your future when I cruise up

Now listen, all I want is gravy for my steak bitch

I’m gon’ grind for this weight

That means I gots no time to wait bitch

‘Fore you fry my chicken scrape that resin off that plate bitch

No cut, no chase, I’ma do my place so cut that fake shit

That’s fake shit bitch

[Hook – Isaiah Rashad:]

Sweet line you oh so warm, you so warm

Just wanna be like one of them

But now I don’t, I ran away

I ran away, I ran away

I know that bitches gon’ be with it but I love them hoes

Just call before ‘fore you come, just call before you go

Bitches gon’ be bitches but I love them hoes

Just call it before you come, just call before you go

Bitches gon’ be bitches but I love them hoes

Just call before you, just call before you come

Bitches gon’ be bitches but I love them hoes

Just call before you, just call before you

Yeah call before you come, bitch!

Isaiah Rashad Hereditary

[Chorus:]

8 AM in the mornin’ I be sippin’ on the Henny (Henny, Henny)

You been lookin’ for the wrong one, wrong one, wrong one

Ain’t thinkin’ bout your love I be shittin’ on your feelings (feelings, feelings)

And you be lovin’ on the wrong one, wrong one, wrong one

My daddy taught me how to drink my pain away (pain away)

My daddy taught me how to lease somebody (somebody)

My daddy taught me how to smoke my load and go (load and go)

My daddy taught me you don’t need nobody (nobody)

So one time for the caged bird, caged bird, caged bird

And one time for the real niggas, real niggas, real niggas

And slow dance on the Jäger, Jäger, Jäger

And one time for the little niggas, little niggas, little niggas

[Chorus]

Isaiah Rashad The Race

Yeah, this for free, you been tryna get a plate (free lunch)

You ain’t smokin’, you just lookin’ for an 8th (uh uh)

How you ballin’ if you ain’t got the skates? (Ain’t got the skates)

I’ve been nuttin’ on this bitch from the Bay (from the Bay)

Sellin’ out, bring my friends, you my dawg (my dawg)

Fill my fronto like an arm in the cigar (the cigar)

If I don’t smoke before I eat then I’ma starve (then I’ma starve)

I throw that platinum on my teeth when I’m with y’all

Preacher man, Mr. Willie, put some hands on my dinner

Put some eyes on my back, let me scope out these niggas

You a nobody, ain’t nobody to nobody, nigga

I’ma quit when a bitch suck the flow out a nigga, uh

What’s the word? I’m just tryna get a zip (amen)

But your plug always talkin’ out my ear (amen)

At the window tryna hop up in the VIP (amen)

Swear you niggas be more thirsty than your bitch

Broke hoes always tryna tell me what I should do

With this change that I make and this groove that I grew

This your broad on the phone, this that raw on the phone

It’s expensive and tucked, what’s the brand? I don’t know

Ain’t concerned with that shit, too concerned with this grip

L.A. bitches only wanna sniff the coke off the tip

We can chill, you can hang like a rope off the dick

Celebrate, bring up dope, bring some pour out this bitch

Fuck a Vine, I’m just tryna get some face (amen)

Soon as I beat the face, bitch I did the race (amen)

Bust a nut, then I go out my way (go out my way)

Get the guap, then I go out my way (go out my way)

Yeah, go out my

Amen, ayy

See how I picked up the headphone jack and just kept goin’?

Isaiah Rashad Webbie Flow

My dick I know it’s, yeah, it’s unfamiliar… yeah

Baby, can you sucky on my dick? I know it’s big enough

Ride with a nigga from the South, I know you feel the rush

Fuckin’ with a nigga, bitches rarely ever get the touch

Better feel privileged, catch another, you can hit the dust

I done grown up for my child sake, Black and Mild face

Look up loud place, never crowd place

Never skirt chase, maybe first grade, never last place

Never had brakes, pop a transmission, always had faith

Always had trace, always had James in that duplex

Hit a suplex, fuck a crew neck

$pottie solo up in that recess, never regress

Georgia peaches, grab her cheek ass

Such a slutbag, baby nut rag, never cuff that

Love a hoodrat where there’s puss at

Barely have me goin’ on that Sosa, I never go back

I never hit it raw again, fucking with the law again

Picking up trash on highways, never my way

Blasé blasé, sneakin’ shotty, fuck a Friday

I’m with Robert, chuggin’ Bombay, fuck your turn up

Fuck your turn out, we gon burn up

Fuck your mosh pit, I’m on my shit, on that Tribe shit

Got that Phife Dawg; I might bite, bitch, I’m on tablet

Scribble down, I’m rapping like Kool

Inspire all my local jokers who be quittin’ that school

They be hating that job, I was hating that too

I was flipping your burger high as a bitch, but I’m cool

I think I’m blessed now, I only stress about the stress now

Since I’m fresh now, I pull that motherfuckin’ dress down (dress down, dress down)

[Chorus: singing]

… And I’m gon’ testify girl

… And I’m gonna touch your thighs

… I’m gon’ spend the night, girl

… You like… [7X w/ echoes]

[Outro]

“I heard that you was servin’ all that pussy, what’s it going for?” [3X]

“I heard that you was servin’ all that pussy, all that pussy, all that-“

“I heard that you was servin’ all that pussy, what’s it going for?” [3X]

“I heard that you was servin’ all that pussy, all that pussy…”