Jordan
Rikki Blu feat. Michael Da Vinci & Isaiah Rashad Lyrics

Now it's just me, my nigga Mikey D, getting throwed
Rikki Blu is now accompanied by his friend Mikey D, and they're getting high.

We was bangin' out some Masta P, on the road
While they were going somewhere, they were listening to Masta P.

I prefer my word with platinum teeth, maybe gold
Rikki Blu likes to use flashy language, with platinum and maybe gold teeth.

They don't like it when you come direct, well fuck, but Spottie bold
People don't appreciate straightforwardness, but his friend Spottie doesn't care.

Tell them hoes they better come correct, cause I fuck
He's warning women to come prepared if they want to have sex with him.

My momma told me we no 'ceptin' any memberships, no adding losses
His mother taught him not to join any groups or suffer consequences.

I won't step up in your dealership until I'm flossin'
He won't visit any car dealer until he's rich enough to afford a nice car.

We no flexy with the funk, add a blessing to that punk
They don't mess around with fake stuff, and will make fake people suffer.

Damn, I got a son he on the way, but that's my baby
He's excited about the fact that he has a son on the way.

I've been spittin' like it's crack or some, like since the 80's
He's been rapping like it's addictive and amazing like cocaine, for a long time.

I was born I think in '91, that mean I'm chosen
Being born in '91 makes him feel special, like he has a purpose.

When I slide back through your hood, bitch, just have a frozen, bitch
When he comes back to his old neighborhood, they should have a cold drink ready.

Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan
He's feeling like Brad Jordan, aka Scarface, a legendary rapper from Houston.

Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
Rikki Blu and his friend are two guys in a crappy rental car.

In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas
They're in Houston, listening to OPM, and making fun of weak guys.

Now you would think I work from South Park, grindin', always makin' trouble
He's always causing problems and working hard, as if he's from South Park.

Grippin', on another level, mothafucka
He's holding on tight, to stay on top of his game.

I feel like droppin' classics, like a [?]
He feels like releasing timeless songs, like some unknown person.

And rappers be too passive
Other rappers are too hesitant and soft compared to him.

Can I sport a couple in this, play for bucks that Brandon Jennings
He asks if he can wear a few items of expensive jewelry, and gamble like basketball player Brandon Jennings.

Wear your crown and your pocket, or that shit'll come up missin'
He advises people to keep their valuables with them, or they might disappear.

You that nigga but the misses, eat a dick and mind ya business
To the guys who have no respect for him, he tells them to be quiet and go away.

This for all my Eastside niggas who be eating, do no sleeping
He's giving a shout-out to his Eastside friends who work hard and don't sleep much.

For their seedlin', never go to parties even if it is the weekend
For the sake of their children, they don't even go to parties on weekends.

Shout-out to the women who be faithful to their pimpin'
He's acknowledging the loyalty of women who stick with their pimps.

And shout-out to them haters who be all up in their feelins
He's giving a shout-out to people who hate him, but can't help feeling strongly about him.

And shout-out to my daddy, I'mma buy your ass a Bentley
He's giving props to his dad, and promises to buy him a nice car.

A bunch of bustas
A group of weak, unsuccessful people.

I'm on everybody's asses, and this the notice
He's warning everyone that he's on a mission and will hold them accountable.

And I ain't even tryin', ho, did you notice?
He's so talented and successful that he's not even putting in much effort.

And this the standard, fuckin' bogus
The usual standards in his industry are not fair or just.

You fuckin' rappers
He's addressing other rappers directly, with disdain.