Cilvia Demo - Isaiah Rashad

«10−4, 10, 10−4;

hello?

We got- we got a 4−2-3

We got a young man ridin' around, in a Natty Caddy, hehe

Natty Caddy, not that at all…»

Who’s that creepin' through the city in that dark ass tint?

Misdemeanor on the way yo

I slide in my rimless Bentley, no tights, I’m gymnast

Bendin' blocks, my world of Legos

Now baby hold that wheel while I’m rollin' up, hopefully she old enough

to purchase that liquor, what I need from the store

She understands her selection, advance her affection

And fears my rejection, never needin' a ho

I got plans to be that nigga

I know you met him as a child;

he gave you 10 bones

Don’t sweat it, don’t wile', be cool for a minute

'93 'til/Till be cool for Emmett

The hung soul a rapper goes rappin' those wrappin' woes up

Defyin' foes, lyin' toes, weapons on tuck

Malcolm, they tackle for belief in the movement

But Rashad got applause for releasin' the music

Now sometimes I be gettin' higher than a bitch

Smokin' all my lows, put the fire to the spliff

Whattup… (ay ay) now whattup… (ay ay)

Now I’ve been gettin' higher, and higher

And higher, and higher

Now whattup… (ay)

Now whattup (ay) now whattup, whattup

Niggas steppin' in the swimmin' pool, invincible

Women I pursue get lost in this, uh

Middle of the summer’s in Miami

Kembe with me, Henny, sippin' shots like I bought it for him

I’m a brown skin small waisted

I’m creeping with my ball faces, I like her titties too

I like her attitude, I like her flexible

She got a baby due, I think she bisexual

At least I hope so

I glance to that little grown man at her front door

He looking at me like I looked at pops when he come fo'

My mama as a toddler I was selfish this ain’t nothin' though

I can spit a couple 22s if I want to, I save it for the tour

The allure of the gap tooth;

rap toose, re-shape 'me son

Always knew he would make him something

He got schemes to smoke green and make him some, take 'em son