(feat. Michael Da Vinci)
[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
Now it's just me, my n***a 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 f**, but Spottie bold
Tell them hoes they better come correct, cause I f**
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, b**h, just have a frozen, b**h
[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 f**in', feel like I'm Brad Jordan
Two dopeboys in a busted-a** rental
In Houston, OPM on them p**y a** n***as
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, mothaf**a
I feel like droppin' cla**ics, like the rucker
And rappers be too pa**ive
[Verse 2: Michael Da Vinci]
It's just me, my brother Spottie, b**h, sit low
I've been drinkin' since my momma called, around 4
n***as asking me too many questions, f**in' 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 sh**'ll come up missin'
You that n***a but the misses, eat a dick and mind ya business
This for all my Eastside n***as 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 a** a Bentley
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Outro: Isaiah Rashad]
A bunch of bustas
I'm on everybody's a**es, and this the notice
And I ain't even tryin', ho, did you notice?
And this the standard, f**in' bogus
You f**in' rappers