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.
RIP Young
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics
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For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
We work to work, you late to work
I holla, then they send it
You know my plot was colder than Chicago in December
Her mama was her daddy
And when I'm in the Midwest
She say holla at your family
My dog pass me that cup
Taste like candy, bitch
My dog out layin' down the law
Ain't breakin' no laws or serving out the rock
Southside still fuckin' in the car
Still flippin' in the car, still shootin' out the car
Lil' hotbox smokin' our jar, now I'm fuckin' on a star
Hold up, I got a call
Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot
Ain't trippin', I don't wanna lose count
Talkin' my shit, it was just us, bitch
Fuck it, I'll drive, hop in my ride
Pass me that dutch, bitch
On the westside, on the one-ten
Swingin' my nuts (swingin' my nuts)
Fuck it, let's grill, fuck it, let's spill
Spend a few crumbs (I spend a few)
Pop smoke, pop shit, pop bitch
Young nigga, don't pop too much
Spaceships, fake broke, Kany
Young nigga don't stay too long
Big truck, big wheel, big wop
Them niggas probably hate my guts
Tryna gain my trust
But it's all out of lust
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot
Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, fuck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot
I'm thugged out nigga, but I just seen a motherfuckin' rainbow, nigga
I ain't that motherfuckin' thugged out nigga, that shit beautiful than a motherfucker
My baby mama probably at the end of that bitch with her gold diggin' ass, nigga
The song RIP Young by Isaiah Rashad is a hip-hop track that is steeped in the drug culture that plagues many inner cities in America. In the opening verse, Rashad details the drug trade with references to both cocaine and marijuana (dope). He then describes the hierarchy of those involved in the trade, with some having "cheese" (money) and others having "dope" to sell. The hook of the song repeats this theme, with Rashad stating that he has "P's" (pounds of drugs) and "coke" for those who need it. The song's lyrics are delivered in a laid-back, almost conversational style, which serves to underline the everyday nature of the drug trade and the nihilistic mindset that drives its participants.
In the second verse, Rashad boasts about his status as a "Top Dawg", a reference to his membership of the record label of the same name. He talks about being able to outrun the police and living life on the edge as a drug dealer. However, he also admits that he is in danger of losing his grip on reality, stating that he has seen a "rainbow" and is no longer the "thugged out nigga" he used to be. This suggests that he is aware of the futility of his lifestyle but is too entrenched in it to make a change.
The song's chorus serves to reinforce this sense of nihilism, with Rashad repeating the hook twice and adding further details about his experience of the drug trade. In conclusion, the lyrics of RIP Young convey the bleak reality of life as a drug dealer, with Rashad offering a glimpse into the mindset of those who operate in this world.
Line by Line Meaning
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
We both know what's happening here. You have money and I have drugs.
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
I have plenty of drugs and I'm ready to sell them to whoever needs them.
We work to work, you late to work
I'm always working and hustling, while you're slacking and falling behind.
I holla, then they send it
When I need something, I make a call and it's delivered to me.
You know my plot was colder than Chicago in December
My plans and schemes have been thought out and calculated, just like the freezing temperatures in Chicago during December.
My bitch came up in Inglewood, Her mama was her daddy
The woman I'm involved with grew up in Inglewood, with her mother taking on both parental roles.
And when I'm in the Midwest, She say holla at your family
When I'm traveling in the Midwest, she tells me to say hello to her family for her.
My dog pass me that cup, Taste like candy, bitch
My friend hands me a cup that has a sweet taste, like candy.
My dog out layin' down the law, Ain't breakin' no laws or serving out the rock
My friend is enforcing his authority and is not violating any laws or selling drugs on the streets.
Southside still fuckin' in the car, Still flippin' in the car, still shootin' out the car
People from the Southside are still engaging in risky behavior, such as having sex and flipping drugs, while also firing guns from their cars.
Lil' hotbox smokin' our jar, now I'm fuckin' on a star
We're smoking weed in a small enclosed space while I'm engaging in sexual activity with someone famous.
Hold up, I got a call
Wait a minute, I need to answer this phone call.
Ain't trippin', I don't wanna lose count
I'm not worried or stressed out, but I don't want to lose track of how much money I have.
Talkin' my shit, it was just us, bitch
I'm confident and boasting about myself, but only to my close friend.
Fuck it, I'll drive, hop in my ride
I'll take the wheel and drive, come ride with me.
Pass me that dutch, bitch
Hand me that blunt.
On the westside, on the one-ten
We're on the Westside of town, driving on Highway 110.
Swingin' my nuts (swingin' my nuts)
I'm feeling bold and confident, like I'm showing off my masculinity.
Fuck it, let's grill, fuck it, let's spill
Let's throw some food on the grill and have a good time, and maybe spill some drinks in the process.
Spend a few crumbs (I spend a few)
I don't mind spending a little bit of money on small things.
Pop smoke, pop shit, pop bitch
I'll make jokes and talk shit about people, maybe even call them out.
Young nigga, don't pop too much
I'm warning someone who is younger than me not to talk too much or draw too much attention to themselves.
Spaceships, fake broke, Kany
I'm referencing Kanye West, who likes to talk about futuristic ideas and pretending to be poor even though he's rich.
Young nigga don't stay too long
I advise someone younger than me to not stick around or get too comfortable in one place or situation.
Big truck, big wheel, big wop
I'm boasting about having a big truck with impressive wheels and being successful in drug dealing.
Them niggas probably hate my guts, tryna gain my trust
People who are competing with me probably resent me, but are still trying to gain my trust to get ahead.
I'm thugged out nigga, but I just seen a motherfuckin' rainbow, nigga
Although I'm a hard or violent person, I can still appreciate the beauty of nature and simple things.
I ain't that motherfuckin' thugged out nigga, that shit beautiful than a motherfucker
I may seem tough, but I can recognize the beauty in things and appreciate them.
My baby mama probably at the end of that bitch with her gold diggin' ass, nigga
My ex-partner who is also the mother of my child is probably over there with her manipulative and greedy mentality.
Lyrics ยฉ Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Isaiah McClain, Paul Duane Beauregard, Kalon Berry, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Big Coomer
This lives rent free in my head on repeat.
LOS_๐_UNICOS
lol
Romeo Livingston
Real talk
PotatoSackHead
You Know Whatโs Goinโ .
VNT XCVII
This whole album living rent free in my head
Conner Kelly
Absolute same
kendall neverman
Dude you have no idea how happy this makes me. So glad you're back ๐ญ
Kap
Just gome need the rest of the TDE releasing music now. Shot you down came out when I was in hs. Been so long since he's released anything.
Trent Stone
I couldnt even make it past Isaiahs first verse. This beat had me rewind like 5 times and im just now finishing the song. His switch ups are astounding so many fuckin flows. Top dawg forsure aint no denying that
MR. KITTY
This album is my aoty