[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] Now it's just me, my nigga Mikey D, gettin' 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 addin' losses I won't step up in your dealership until I'm flossin' We no flexy with the funk, at a blessing to the [?] Damn I got a son he on the way, but that's my baby I've been spittin' like it's crack or some, since the 80s 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, God damn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan God damn, 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 motherfucka I feel like droppin' classics, like a [?] 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 askin' me too many questions, fuckin' throwed Ride Da Vinci, Mike, December we was losin', now we winnin' Can I sport a couple in this playful, bust 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 yah business This for all my east side niggas who be eatin', do no sleepin' for their ceilin's Never go to parties even if it is the weekend Shoutout to the women who be faithful to their pimpin' And shoutout to them haters who be all up in their feelin's And shoutout to my daddy, Imma buy yo ass a Bentley
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[Bridge: Isaiah Rashad]
[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