Brad Jordan
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics


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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 a [?]
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

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 a [?]
And rappers be too passive

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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Isaiah Rashad's song Brad Jordan describe his experiences with his friend Mikey D as they drive through Houston listening to Masta P, drinking and smoking. The song is named after the real name of a famous Houston-based rapper, Scarface. Isaiah feels like Brad Jordan due to his success and fame and is motivated to become like him. He also talks about the struggles of being in the rap industry, the importance of being direct and not accepting any losses. He mentions his son who is on the way and his determination to succeed until he can afford a luxury lifestyle, "I won't step up in your dealership until I'm flossin'".


Line by Line Meaning

Now it's just me, my nigga Mikey D, getting throwed
I'm hanging out with my friend Mikey D, getting drunk


We was bangin' out some Masta P, on the road
We were listening to Masta P while driving


I prefer my word with platinum teeth, maybe gold
I like my rhymes to sound flashy and valuable


They don't like it when you come direct, well fuck, but Spottie bold
People don't appreciate honesty, but my friend Spottie is bold and doesn't care


Tell them hoes they better come correct, cause I fuck
I expect women to be respectful and honest if they want to date me


My momma told me we no 'ceptin' any memberships, no adding losses
My mother taught me to avoid joining groups or taking losses


I won't step up in your dealership until I'm flossin'
I won't go to a car dealership until I'm rich and successful


We no flexy with the funk, add a blessing to that punk
We don't mess around when it comes to music, we make it with a purpose


Damn, I got a son he on the way, but that's my baby
I have a son coming soon, and he means everything to me


I've been spittin' like it's crack or some, like since the 80's
I've been rapping with an intensity and fervor since the 80s


I was born I think in '91, that mean I'm chosen
I was born in 1991, and I believe it's because I'm destined for greatness


When I slide back through your hood, bitch, just have a frozen, bitch
When I come back to my hometown, I expect people to be surprised and resentful of my success


Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan
I feel powerful and successful, like the famous rapper Brad Jordan aka Scarface


Goddamn, I'm in, feel like I'm Brad Jordan
I'm confident and feel like I'm on the same level as the rapper Brad Jordan aka Scarface


Scarface somethin', like I'm Brad Jordan
I have a Scarface-like aura and presence, similar to that of Brad Jordan


Feel like I'm the fuckin', feel like I'm Brad Jordan
I feel like I'm at the top of the rap game, like Brad Jordan


Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
Me and my friend (maybe Mikey D) are two cool and successful guys driving a crappy rental car


In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas
In Houston, we're listening to Other People's Music (OPM) because other rappers don't have the same level of talent as us


Now you would think I work from South Park, grindin', always makin' trouble
I'm always working hard and making trouble, like the characters from the TV show South Park


Grippin', on another level, mothafucka
I'm holding on tight and taking things to another level


I feel like droppin' classics, like a [?]
I feel confident in my ability to create timeless and classic music


And rappers be too passive
Most rappers are too meek and unwilling to take risks


A bunch of bustas
Other rappers are weak and unimpressive


I'm on everybody's asses, and this the notice
I'm keeping tabs on everyone and letting them know they need to step up their game


And I ain't even tryin', ho, did you notice?
I don't have to try hard to be successful, and everyone should be aware of it


And this the standard, fuckin' bogus
The current standard in the music industry is flawed and not worth following


You fuckin' rappers
Addressing all other rappers, showing dominance


It's just me, my brother Spottie, bitch, sit low
It's just me and my friend (maybe Spottie), so lower your expectations


I've been drinkin' since my momma called, around 4
I started drinking early today, since my mother called me around 4 pm


Niggas asking me too many questions, fuckin' throwed
People are asking me too many questions, I'm really drunk right now


Ride Da Vinci, Mike, December we was losing, now we winnin'
I'm riding in a fancy car (Da Vinci), with my friend Mike. We were losing in December, but now we're winning


Can I sport a couple in this, play for bucks that Brandon Jennings
Can I wear a couple of jewelry pieces (sport them) and play like the basketball player Brandon Jennings?


Wear your crown and your pocket, or that shit'll come up missin'
Hold onto your money and valuables tightly, or you might lose them


You that nigga but the misses, eat a dick and mind ya business
You're great, but you need to focus on your own life and stop worrying about others


This for all my Eastside niggas who be eating, do no sleeping
This is for all of my successful and hardworking friends from the Eastside who never sleep


For their seedlin', never go to parties even if it is the weekend
They work hard to take care of their children and don't waste time partying on weekends


Shout-out to the women who be faithful to their pimpin'
Giving a shout-out to women who are loyal to their partner (who maybe works as a pimp)


And shout-out to them haters who be all up in their feelins
Giving a sarcastic shout-out to people who get too emotional and hateful towards successful people


And shout-out to my daddy, I'mma buy your ass a Bentley
Giving a sincere shout-out to his father and promising to buy him an expensive car




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