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.
Modest
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics
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'Cause I play it like, I no have no clue that I'm the greatest
Tori come, sit up on this dick, I see you waiting
Need a baby 'cause I'm too young and wild to be the savior
Nail me to the cross and I'm just hanging
Least they left the serpent in my fingers, I'm just smoking
Players from my city rarely make it to a poster
'less you got a warrant, what you got in that Corolla? (Hey)
Won't let them haters get me down, that's what they told us
It's funny how they blame the south when they weak shit don't blow up
We came with all the funk while niggas act like they don't know us
Just living a lie, OG's, acting like hoes, we couldn't rekindle the fire
Nigga, retire, nigga, catch up with the time, I can see more than the block
I can see more than your spot, I don't be stuck in the past, homie, I'm puffing
The grass, holding my cup like a strap, look at my southerner ass
Niggas try to tell you what you want
But niggas rarely give you what you need
Ay, bitch, I came right here with the bounce
And if that ain't enough I got some weed
Yeah, 'cause
Niggas try to tell you what you want
But niggas rarely give you what you need
Ay, bitch, I came right here with the bounce
And if that ain't enough I got some weed
Quiet, I be in living room, cuh, nigga shaded
With my Nia Long, I sing her a song, she masturbating
Then bring me along, she got something to say like Larry David
But I leave her lone, ho, I gotta go, I got a baby
Stuck in Babylon, niggas carry bombs and carry rabies
Who gon' speak for you? Who gon' sing your song if you don't play this?
I got stress for days, picture you go home and you that nigga
But can't pay your bill, you can't buy no diapers for your little one
Don't you pay for thrill, child support is like a check away
How you chill with Kendrick? Do you smoke with Q and Dr. Dre?
Least today is real, I should ask some groupie for some face
Just a stepping stone, least them kind of bitches know their place
This my second home, this where favorite rappers get replaced
This what the niggas from the South gon' kill that, doubt it, bring the bass
Bitch, I came here right here with an ounce
And if that ain't enough you gotta leave
Niggas try to tell you what you want
But niggas rarely give you what you need
Ay, bitch, I came right here with the bounce
And if that ain't enough I got some weed
Yeah, 'cause
Niggas try to tell you what you want
But niggas rarely give you what you need
Ay, bitch, I came right here with the bounce
And if that ain't enough I got some weed
Yeah
"Modest" by Isaiah Rashad is a song that deals with various themes. The chorus of the song highlights the idea that people will try to tell you what you want, but not always what you need. The verses themselves deal with topics such as Rashad's fame and interviews with interviewers who hate on him. There is also mention of sex, drug use, and the struggles of living in the south.
In the first verse, Rashad talks about how some people hate on him because he acts like he doesn't know he is great. He mentions that he doesn't want to be a savior because he is too young and wild. He also jokes about being nailed to a cross and smoking while hanging. In the second verse, Rashad talks about how people carry bombs and rabies in Babylon. He mentions the stress of not being able to pay bills or support his child. He also talks about how he is friends with Kendrick Lamar, Q, and Dr. Dre but still isn't rich enough to pay for a thrill. Finally, the chorus repeats the message that people rarely give you what you need.
Overall, "Modest" is a song that touches on a variety of themes including fame, sex, drug use, poverty, and struggles with identity. It also sends a message that people should be true to themselves and not always listen to what others tell them.
Line by Line Meaning
Modest, I, be in interviews, some niggas hating
I am humble during interviews, but some people hate me.
'Cause I play it like, I no have no clue that I'm the greatest
I act as if I don't know I'm the best.
Tori come, sit up on this dick, I see you waiting
My lover is ready for sex.
Need a baby 'cause I'm too young and wild to be the savior
I want a child but I'm not ready to be responsible.
Nail me to the cross and I'm just hanging
I feel like I'm being crucified and left to suffer.
Least they left the serpent in my fingers, I'm just smoking
At least I have something to smoke and ease my pain.
Players from my city rarely make it to a poster
Few people from my city become successful.
'less you got a warrant, what you got in that Corolla? (Hey)
Unless you have a warrant, what's in your car?
Oh, officer, just Boosie Boo and DG Yola, listen
I only have music by Boosie Boo and DG Yola in my car.
Won't let them haters get me down, that's what they told us
I won't let the negative people affect me.
It's funny how they blame the south when they weak shit don't blow up
It's amusing how people blame the South for their own lack of success.
We came with all the funk while niggas act like they don't know us
We brought all the fun but some people act like they don't know us.
Just living a lie, OG's, acting like hoes, we couldn't rekindle the fire
Some OG's are not sincere and we couldn't reignite our passion.
Nigga, retire, nigga, catch up with the time, I can see more than the block
Stop being stubborn and adapt, I have a broader perspective.
I can see more than your spot, I don't be stuck in the past, homie, I'm puffing
I don't focus only on myself, I don't dwell on the past and I smoke weed to relax.
The grass, holding my cup like a strap, look at my southerner ass
I hold my cup like a weapon and I'm proud of my Southern personality.
Niggas try to tell you what you want
People try to influence your desires.
But niggas rarely give you what you need
But they rarely give you what you truly need.
Ay, bitch, I came right here with the bounce
I brought energy and rhythm with me.
And if that ain't enough I got some weed
And if that's not sufficient, I have marijuana to share.
Quiet, I be in living room, cuh, nigga shaded
I'm discreet and stay in the living room while someone is being shady.
With my Nia Long, I sing her a song, she masturbating
I sing to my lover, Nia Long, while she masturbates.
Then bring me along, she got something to say like Larry David
Then she mentions something interesting, like Larry David would.
But I leave her lone, ho, I gotta go, I got a baby
But I have to leave because I have a young child to attend to.
Stuck in Babylon, niggas carry bombs and carry rabies
I'm trapped in a dangerous place where people carry bombs and diseases.
Who gon' speak for you? Who gon' sing your song if you don't play this?
Who will represent you or speak up for you if you don't support me?
I got stress for days, picture you go home and you that nigga
I have a lot of stress, imagine being so successful that you're the envy of others.
But can't pay your bill, you can't buy no diapers for your little one
But you still can't afford basic necessities for your child.
Don't you pay for thrill, child support is like a check away
Don't spend your money on fun, you still have to pay child support.
How you chill with Kendrick? Do you smoke with Q and Dr. Dre?
Do you hang out with Kendrick Lamar? Do you smoke with Schoolboy Q and Dr. Dre?
Least today is real, I should ask some groupie for some face
At least today is authentic, I might as well ask a fan for oral sex.
Just a stepping stone, least them kind of bitches know their place
It's just a temporary opportunity, and those women understand their role.
This my second home, this where favorite rappers get replaced
This is my second home, where favorite rappers become irrelevant.
This what the niggas from the South gon' kill that, doubt it, bring the bass
This is something the Southern rappers will excel at, and if you don't believe it, just listen to the music.
And if that ain't enough you gotta leave
And if that's still not enough, you have to go.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ISAIAH RASHAD MCCLAIN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@theneedledrop
Glad they threw some visuals on this. Definitely one of the more stand-out tracks on the project.
@bryanthudson5146
Most def
@shinkutan
***** whattt...brad jordan Is like my fave track.
@MattCat319
Yeah we need to see more visuals with Isaiah
@C0llabB3ration
You sleeping bruh .
@matttriau2592
why does everyone always up vote this bum for everything he says. ON EVERY VIDEO!!
@jaleeltaylor891
Its 2023 and this is aging like fine wine.
@Moss-xk5zc
FACTS
@jscott7432
The whole Cilvia Demo is aging like fine
@SolaceMcfly
The suns tirade is aging beautifully too even tho its been 3 years