Isaiah Rashad - Brad Jordan lyrics

(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