Isaiah Rashad

[Verse 1] Now everybody tellin' me a lie Lordie, give me something for my soul See I don't wanna think of suicide So please don't take the [?] out my [?] See I been tired of fucking all these girls And I been tired of spending all my dough And if I g

[Verse 1] Modest, I be in interviews, some niggas hating Cause I play it like I know, have no clue that I'm the greatest Tory 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

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] So don't call me a n***a, unless you call me "my nigga" I'm a king, O. E. Be slipping, falling from my chalice Don't mind the bumpers that be missing from my carriage It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed I ca

[Hook:] Now can we fall in love while Southernplayalistic banging through the night (Fall in love, through the night) And I ain't ever felt no type Of way about this living do or die (Type of way, do or die) And when they see our age they say We're y

[Verse:] She so fuckable, and she got the menthol And Tunji about the trees that turned my trials into some mid draws Sleeping on couches, only vouchers is my in-laws He sold ten ounces, one verse is like an eight ball Look, I seen it crystal clear,

[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

Verse 1I take a drag at the square I feel anxious, spit dangerous As the verbal appears, is reflecting my perspective Beer goggle and fear Roll model so hallow Shadow adolescence and a gaggle of them bitches Road to the riches still paved with the di

[Intro:] My d**k I know it's, yeah, [?] on you, yeah [Verse] Baby, can you sucky on my d**k? I know it's big enough Round with a n***a from a the South, I know you feel the rush F*****g with a n***a, b*****s rarely ever get a touch Better feel privil

[ti:R.I.P. Kevin Miller] [ar:Isaiah Rashad] [al:Cilvia Demo] [by:] [offset:0] [00:01.08]R.I.P. Kevin Miller - Isaiah Rashad [00:18.36]Y'all live for bitches and blunts, [00:19.78]we live for weed and money [00:21.30]Y'all live for bitches and blunts,

[Intro] 10-4, 10, 10-4. We got a 4-2-3. We got a young man riding around, in a [?] Caddy Not, [?] Caddy, not that at all [Verse 1] Who's that creepin' through the city in that dark ass tint Misdemeanor on the way yo I slide in my rimless Bentley, no

[Verse 1] Yo, now ever since I was young, had a gift for the tongue This shit might open the door [?] room for the young, had to come up with some 22 put piff in the boat And I was bent into corners, hot box in the sauna I've been focus gettin' close