Isaiah Rashad McClain (born May 16, 1991) is a rapper hailing from Chattanooga, Tennessee. He is signed to Top Dawg Entertainment. Isaiah Rashad first began rapping seriously in the tenth grade and after high school, he lived wherever he could record. He began getting industry connects in 2010 from which point his music begun getting passed around to various A&R's. In 2012, Isaiah Rashad toured with Juicy J, Joey Bada$$ and Smoke DZA among others, on the Smoker's Club Tour. Read Full BioIsaiah Rashad McClain (born May 16, 1991) is a rapper hailing from Chattanooga, Tennessee. He is signed to Top Dawg Entertainment. Isaiah Rashad first began rapping seriously in the tenth grade and after high school, he lived wherever he could record. He began getting industry connects in 2010 from which point his music begun getting passed around to various A&R's. In 2012, Isaiah Rashad toured with Juicy J, Joey Bada$$ and Smoke DZA among others, on the Smoker's Club Tour. In December 2012, Rashad begun getting attention from various record labels, most of which he showed no interest in.
On January 28, 2014, his first project was released, titled Cilvia Demo. The EP debuted at number 40 on the US Billboard 200 chart and sold 8,500 copies in the United States during its first week of release. On May 5, 2014, XXL revealed Rashad was included in their annual freshman class.
On September 2, 2016, Rashad released his debut studio album, The Sun's Tirade. The Sun's Tirade received critical acclaim from music critics, debuted at number 17 on the US Billboard 200 and sold 19,000 copies its first week.
On January 28, 2014, his first project was released, titled Cilvia Demo. The EP debuted at number 40 on the US Billboard 200 chart and sold 8,500 copies in the United States during its first week of release. On May 5, 2014, XXL revealed Rashad was included in their annual freshman class.
On September 2, 2016, Rashad released his debut studio album, The Sun's Tirade. The Sun's Tirade received critical acclaim from music critics, debuted at number 17 on the US Billboard 200 and sold 19,000 copies its first week.
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Why Worry
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics
Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' of my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig
Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln, baby
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the funk at? Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
Gps another spot
Where the funk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chuck it out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold where I'm aimin' at with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin'
Talkin' like you ballin'
Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome like, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) ay, yeah
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the funk at? Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, wayment
Gps another spot
Where the funk at?
Yeah follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Isaiah McClain
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"Why Worry"
Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' of my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig
Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln
Baby
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chonkin' out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold when I'm aimin' that with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin', talkin' like you ballin'
Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome right, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Me
Caio Machado
[Verse 1]
Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' of my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig
Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln
Baby
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
[Verse 2]
What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chonkin' out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold when I'm aimin' that with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin', talkin' like you ballin'
Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome right, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
Shane Best
[Verse 1]
Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' off my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig
Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln
Baby
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
Verse 2
What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chonkin' out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold when I'm aimin' that with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin', talkin' like you ballin'
Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome right, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Yeah, follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
Not-A-Critic
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' of my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig
Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln
Baby
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
[Verse 2]
What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chonkin' out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold when I'm aimin' that with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin', talkin' like you ballin'
Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome right, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Me
vincent muraya
[Verse 1]
Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' off my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig
Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln
Baby
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
[Verse 2]
What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chonkin' out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold when I'm aimin' that with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin', talkin' like you ballin'
Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome right, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Yeah, follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Me
Top Dawg Entertainment
Why Worry... #TDE
FARGO
Make my man drop the album already
James Arnold
Isaiah. Isaiah. Isaiah. I said it.
pickatenney
Where it at Top
lamarcus armstrong
Thomas Tarabay iiiiiiiiiiiooo
IZ
The last time he released music my kid was just being born and now she’s 4 years old listening to this with me wow...
McLOVIN
Exactly bro
Bo Herron
His last drop welcomed me to college. This was one of the last songs to come out during senior year... the days are long but months are gone
AceOfSpades
Man I fuck w Zay heavy but how y’all ok w/ all the cussing on zay’s music? Kids are so impressionable
Ps - I ain’t judging I’m just trying to understand. I got a 6 yr old girl. Can’t wait to introduce Zay music to her but I feel she too young
Charlene DeShazier
You forgot he released Grace less than a year ago lol