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.
Fake Trill
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics
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Sometimes vulgar, I'm quite Homer, dream 'bout booze and some tits
Speak 'bout bitches less than often cause they lie for the dick
Thus an evil of a creature, who plays games on gent
I sit lonely in my Honda, behind darkest of tint
Smoke a woodtip for my problems and give Brandy a sip
Get confided in the voice, spill my feelings and shit
Breaking codes and regulations, not a pimp nor a simp
Fuck a bowl, give me love, fuck your words, give me drugs Promethazine, a nice to meet you, you made bitch niggas all seem to
Misuse the words of trill, hold the gun so they real
'til their face in the reel, watch a real nigga squeal
When the piglets peal, the tabs off of your grill
Yeah you chirping, pleading deals with your faggot ass
Been sipping on this, stop telling me, start to get sober
Bill Bellamy, tickle my bellilly, I would do anything just to get over
So I drank sometimes, then I paint these rhymes, pardon me, I'm antsy
Why? My heart quite nervous, '95 I'm swerving, then I hit them curbs
No then boys ain't working, fuck a black Suburban, commissary purchase
My daddy calls, I barely answer, fuck parental curses
I spit too many verses, I know you fucking heard 'em
So why you leave them voicemails that you know gone hurt me
Tired of rapping that real shit, if nobody gone feel this
I could be gripping that steel shit, you too busy to deal with
It's like, they told me all the time "You got the gift of the gab"
Finally niggas is listening, yeah, then I just start with this missing my dad
Damn, so like when... you gone quit? You trill now, huh?
You cool, huh? You real? You real, that's what's popular, huh?
That's cool, you UGK for life, huh? Boy Stop
The lyrics of Isaiah Rashad's song "Fake Trill" depict his internal struggles, his craving for love and sex, and his disdain towards individuals who propagate toxic masculinity. Starting with the first few lines, he mentions his sexual desires directly and how he needs intimacy in his life. However, he also notes that his thoughts are crude, making a reference to Homer Simpson and his fantasies about alcohol and women. The following lines speak to the way women are viewed and treated in our society, with a focus on their perceived willingness to deceive men for personal gain.
As the song progresses, Isaiah Rashad makes himself vulnerable, referencing his personal struggles and his conflicted relationship with his father. He mentions that he often confides in himself while in his car, seeking comfort in the voice inside his head. The line "Breaking codes and regulations, not a pimp nor a simp" suggests that he doesn't want to be identified with the "tough guy" image propagated by the media and the entertainment industry. He wants to be himself, and he is comfortable in his vulnerability. Finally, he remarks that he is tired of rapping about real-life experiences that no one seems to care about, and he feels like he is wasting his time.
Line by Line Meaning
The no stoner, has a boner, I need head and some sex
I am not in the mood for marijuana, but I am sexually aroused and craving for oral sex
Sometimes vulgar, I'm quite Homer, dream 'bout booze and some tits
I can be crude at times, like Homer from the Simpson's, and I fantasize about alcohol and women's breasts
Speak 'bout bitches less than often cause they lie for the dick
I rarely talk about women because they deceive men with their sexuality
Thus an evil of a creature, who plays games on gent
Women can be cunning and manipulative, causing men to suffer emotionally and mentally
I sit lonely in my Honda, behind darkest of tint
I sit inside my car feeling isolated and concealed from the world outside, as if hiding from something
Smoke a woodtip for my problems and give Brandy a sip
I smoke marijuana cigars to help numb my issues while I drink alcohol to forget my pain
Get confided in the voice, spill my feelings and shit
I converse with the voice inside my head, pouring out my emotions and concerns
Breaking codes and regulations, not a pimp nor a simp
I like to rebel against social norms and standards, but I am not a player or a sucker for love
Give me things that make me happy, cause the bottom I hit
I seek things that bring me joy since I have been at my lowest point
Fuck a bowl, give me love, fuck your words, give me drugs Promethazine, a nice to meet you, you made bitch niggas all seem to
I prefer love over marijuana, and drugs over your meaningless conversations, especially Promethazine. Nice to meet you, this drug seems to make weak men too tough
Misuse the words of trill, hold the gun so they real
People use the term 'True and Real' improperly and boast about possessing weapons to appear authentic
'til their face in the reel, watch a real nigga squeal
Wait until such people are in trouble, and then watch these so-called real people beg and squeal for mercy
When the piglets peal, the tabs off of your grill
When the cops arrive, they will remove the registration details from your vehicle's windshield
Yeah you chirping, pleading deals with your faggot ass
You are complaining and begging for mercy in a way that a homosexual would behave
Been sipping on this, stop telling me, start to get sober
Stop telling me to quit drinking because I am trying to sober up
Bill Bellamy, tickle my bellilly, I would do anything just to get over
My stress and worries make me ache like a person's genitals in Bill Bellamy's hands, and I would do anything to ease them.
So I drank sometimes, then I paint these rhymes, pardon me, I'm antsy
When I drink, I start thinking creatively and producing raps to release my antsy energy
Why? My heart quite nervous, '95 I'm swerving, then I hit them curbs
I am anxious and apprehensive, and in 1995, I was driving recklessly and hit a curb.
No then boys ain't working, fuck a black Suburban, commissary purchase
My friends are not helping me out, I'm not interested in a black SUV, I'm going shopping for necessities using my commissary funds
My daddy calls, I barely answer, fuck parental curses
My father calls me but I barely pick up the phone since I hate being cursed by him
I spit too many verses, I know you fucking heard 'em
I have sung a plethora of lyrics, so I'm sure you heard them
So why you leave them voicemails that you know gone hurt me
Why leave me voice messages that you know will only hurt me?
Tired of rapping that real shit, if nobody gone feel this
I am exhausted from rapping such raw and true lyrics, that nobody else can empathize with
I could be gripping that steel shit, you too busy to deal with
I could be carrying weapons to appear tougher, but you're preoccupied and not interested in dealing with it
It's like, they told me all the time 'You got the gift of the gab'
People have been telling me often that I have the talent to talk well and inspire others
Finally niggas is listening, yeah, then I just start with this missing my dad
Now that people are finally paying attention to my music, I am feeling emotional and missing my father
Damn, so like when... you gone quit? You trill now, huh?
When will you learn to stop? You are such an authentic person now, right?
You cool, huh? You real? You real, that's what's popular, huh?
You think you are a good person, right? You are popular because you are true and genuine, right?
That's cool, you UGK for life, huh? Boy Stop
That's fine; you are loyal to UGK (Underground Kingz), are not you? Just stop with your false behavior and personality.
Contributed by Alexander C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.