Brad Jordan (feat. Michael Da Vinci) - Isaiah Rashad, Michael Da Vinci

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

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

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

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

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