Banana
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics


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I gotta kinda sing it

Yo, now ever since I was young, had a gift for the tongue
This shit might open the door (it might open the do')
Fruit loop for the young, honeycomb for some
22 put piff in a bowl (put piff in a bowl)
And I was bending the corners, hot boxin' the sauna
I've been focused gettin' closer to ghosts (gettin' closer to ghosts)
And I be slippin' a bit, probably sippin' a bitch
I ain't really into tippin' the hoes
See my brother got weight, my sister at home (yeah, yeah)
When I get straight my sister gettin' flown (yeah, yeah)
Couple nephews, my niggas gettin' grown (yeah, yeah)
Mikey D stay down, nigga gettin' on (yeah, yeah)
Can I get a, glass cup and a lil' Henny (yeah, yeah)
I'm, too cold but a little timid (yeah, yeah)
I, blow checks save a lil' penny (yeah, yeah)
I'm too young for some big money (ooh)
Come girl get some dick from me (ooh)
My job needs some piss from me (ooh)
Uh, lil' bro can you fuck with me (yeah, yeah)
Came through at the last minute (yeah, yeah)
Living, wasting my time
Lacing with Percs, Purp in a bind
Hazy, oh baby, I'm better when blind
I don't see nothin' this perfect can fine (yeah, yeah)

We are the young and Xanax, oh
See, there's nowhere to go
To hide from the lows
Cause we are the young and Xanax, oh
See, there's nowhere to go
Stuck on the high, yeah

My son sleep, I'm rollin' it up, I don't sleep (rollin' it)
I'm runnin' for bucks, don't tweet (runnin' for)
You fuckin' with us, I won't eat (fuckin' with)
Start stomping your feet, I need that
Depending on all of your feedback
Come out to my show and come feed that
Can't go back to sellin' that retail
My daddy left me with no details
Came back with a bitch and his stepson
I guess he forgot that he left somethin'
He must have been saving the best bum (yeah, yeah)
She screaming out "Give me the rest, hun" (yeah, yeah)
Pearl necklace, I empty my left nut (yeah, yeah)
Most niggas can't fuck with my worst shit (yeah, yeah)
I'm scribing my living with curses (yeah, yeah)
Just wait till I get this shit perfect (yeah, yeah)
You niggas can't fuck with my verses (yeah, yeah)
See, Davey don't think that I'm 'bout this (yeah, yeah)
Don't make me come run in your houses (yeah, yeah)
We know where your mom and your dad live (yeah, yeah)
ooh baby, yes wait just mask us (yeah, yeah)
My niggas got triggas and vastly (yeah, yeah)
Don't like how we living it lasts (yeah, yeah)
You out of your trigger and backseat (ooh)
Just look at the shooter, it's Mike D (ooh)
Your rosary shining so nicely (ooh)
We innocent kids if you ask me (ooh)
I rode in the Benz in the backseat (yeah, yeah)
Them vices they swarm and attack me (yeah, yeah)
God got me, that nine is upon me (yeah, yeah)
That Juvie, that Percy, that Bun B (yeah, yeah)
Soundtrack in the back while we dumping (yeah, yeah)

We are the young and Xanax, oh
See, there's nowhere to go
To hide from the lows
Cause we are the young and Xanax, oh




See, there's nowhere to go
Stuck on the high, yeah

Overall Meaning

Isaiah Rashad’s “Banana” is a song that reflects on the experiences of a young man who lived a life filled with highs, lows, and uncertainties. The lyrics in the song detail his troubled past, the challenges he faced, as well as his current state of mind. Throughout the song, Isaiah Rashad makes references to his struggle with drug addiction and the impact that it has had on his relationships.


The first verse of the song talks about how he has always had a natural talent for speaking and how he used this gift to open doors that may have otherwise remained closed. He goes on to describe how he used to smoke marijuana in a hot box sauna and how he is haunted by the ghosts of his past. The second half of the verse is more reflective, as he talks about the responsibilities he has to his family and how the decisions he makes impact their lives.


The chorus “We are the young and Xanax, oh, see there's nowhere to go, to hide from the lows” highlights the struggles of people that are young and dealing with the challenges that life presents. Despite the challenges, the chorus is almost celebratory in nature, suggesting that the highs and lows are part of the experience of being young and are something to be cherished.


Line by Line Meaning

I gotta kinda sing it
I need to vocalize my thoughts


Yo, now ever since I was young, had a gift for the tongue
Ever since I was young, I had the talent for rapping


This shit might open the door (it might open the do')
This song might open the door for my career


Fruit loop for the young, honeycomb for some
Different things appeal to different people


22 put piff in a bowl (put piff in a bowl)
Smoke weed at 22 years old


And I was bending the corners, hot boxin' the sauna
Driving around while smoking in the sauna, getting high


I've been focused gettin' closer to ghosts (gettin' closer to ghosts)
I've been getting closer to the spiritual world


And I be slippin' a bit, probably sippin' a bitch
I've been slipping up, probably drinking too much


I ain't really into tippin' the hoes
I'm not into giving money to women for sex


See my brother got weight, my sister at home (yeah, yeah)
My brother is a drug dealer, my sister stays at home


When I get straight my sister gettin' flown (yeah, yeah)
When I make money, I'll take my sister on trips


Couple nephews, my niggas gettin' grown (yeah, yeah)
I have a couple of nephews that are growing up


Mikey D stay down, nigga gettin' on (yeah, yeah)
My friend Mikey D stays loyal, while also succeeding


Can I get a, glass cup and a lil' Henny (yeah, yeah)
Can I please get a glass and some Hennessy


I'm, too cold but a little timid (yeah, yeah)
I'm confident, but still a little hesitant


I, blow checks save a lil' penny (yeah, yeah)
I spend a lot, but still try to save a little money


I'm too young for some big money (ooh)
I'm not old enough for a lot of money


Come girl get some dick from me (ooh)
Come have sex with me


My job needs some piss from me (ooh)
My job requires me to take a drug test


Uh, lil' bro can you fuck with me (yeah, yeah)
Can my little brother hang out with me


Came through at the last minute (yeah, yeah)
Showing up just in time


Living, wasting my time
Living my life, but also wasting some of it


Lacing with Percs, Purp in a bind
Mixing Percocet and purple marijuana


Hazy, oh baby, I'm better when blind
I prefer being high to being sober


I don't see nothin' this perfect can fine (yeah, yeah)
I don't see anything that's as perfect as me


We are the young and Xanax, oh
We are the young generation that takes Xanax


See, there's nowhere to go
There's nowhere to escape from our problems


To hide from the lows
To avoid feeling depressed


Cause we are the young and Xanax, oh
Because we are young and rely on Xanax for relief


Stuck on the high, yeah
Stuck in a cycle of getting high


My son sleep, I'm rollin' it up, I don't sleep (rollin' it)
My son is sleeping, so I'm smoking and can't sleep


I'm runnin' for bucks, don't tweet (runnin' for)
I'm hustling for money, don't post about it on Twitter


You fuckin' with us, I won't eat (fuckin' with)
If you have a problem with us, I won't eat with you


Start stomping your feet, I need that
Start dancing, I want to feel the energy


Depending on all of your feedback
I rely on feedback from others


Come out to my show and come feed that
Come to my concert and feel the energy


Can't go back to sellin' that retail
I don't want to go back to selling drugs on the street


My daddy left me with no details
My father left me with no explanation


Came back with a bitch and his stepson
He came back with a woman and her child


I guess he forgot that he left somethin'
I guess he forgot he had a child


He must have been saving the best bum (yeah, yeah)
He must have been saving the best woman


She screaming out "Give me the rest, hun" (yeah, yeah)
She's demanding more money and attention


Pearl necklace, I empty my left nut (yeah, yeah)
I ejaculate on her neck and chest


Most niggas can't fuck with my worst shit (yeah, yeah)
Most rappers can't compete with my worst music


I'm scribing my living with curses (yeah, yeah)
I'm writing about my life, which is full of curses


Just wait till I get this shit perfect (yeah, yeah)
Just wait until I perfect my music


You niggas can't fuck with my verses (yeah, yeah)
Other rappers can't compete with my lyrics


See, Davey don't think that I'm 'bout this (yeah, yeah)
Davey doesn't believe that I'm capable of this


Don't make me come run in your houses (yeah, yeah)
Don't make me come to your house and start trouble


We know where your mom and your dad live (yeah, yeah)
We know where your parents live


ooh baby, yes wait just mask us (yeah, yeah)
Wait a minute and pretend not to notice us


My niggas got triggas and vastly (yeah, yeah)
My friends have guns and are dangerous


Don't like how we living it lasts (yeah, yeah)
People don't approve of how we are living


You out of your trigger and backseat (ooh)
You're not involved and don't have a gun


Just look at the shooter, it's Mike D (ooh)
The shooter is my friend Mike D


Your rosary shining so nicely (ooh)
Your religious necklace looks nice


We innocent kids if you ask me (ooh)
We are innocent kids in my opinion


I rode in the Benz in the backseat (yeah, yeah)
I rode in a Mercedes-Benz in the backseat


Them vices they swarm and attack me (yeah, yeah)
My addictions are always present and affect me


God got me, that nine is upon me (yeah, yeah)
I have faith in God, but also carry a gun


That Juvie, that Percy, that Bun B (yeah, yeah)
I listen to music by Juvenile, Percy Miller (Master P), and Bun B


Soundtrack in the back while we dumping (yeah, yeah)
Music is playing while we carry out our illegal activities




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Isaiah Rashad, Tyran Levon Donaldson

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