Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Isaiah Rashad - R.I.P. Kevin Miller Lyrics

Here is something new from the TDE camp as Isaiah Rashad unleashes this new cut called ‘R.I.P. Kevin Miller’. It is produced by Black Metaphor. New project ‘#Cilvia’ is on the way.

R.I.P. Kevin Miller Lyrics by Isaiah Rashad

Y'all live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money

Alright, now if I die today, bitch, my legacy is straight
I'm the best they never heard, I'm your brother, just relate
I need diamond teeth, livin' like it's 1998
Like when Percy was the king, back when Juvy was the great
Bitch this doobie is the Bay, [?] taught me how to count
Like one day you here, then gone, that's why Chat was down to shot
I've been ridin' out, since I thought my Huffy was the shit
Chattanooga pool of sharks, don't you slip and lose a limb
Slow it down, we losin' her, I've been on the booze again
[?] that [?] a livin' Hell, free Guwop if he in jail
Nigga taught me 'bout the scale, it was vivid, I was there
I was on my first offense, I hope they gon' give me bail
Screamin' motherfuck a 12, bitches ain't shit
Cops ain't neither, they huntin' my people
Codeine, I'm back, leanin', I cope with my demons
The best is not perfect, the rest is not worth it
Wake up!

Y'all live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money

Hey bitch I'm back, quit the whinin', bring it back, oochie wally
This the [?], it's that motherfuckin' [?] who [?]
This the one, how you make it out of Chat, who can fly yah
I'm the prince, it was written in the book, Jeremiah
I got dreams, I got bitches, I got hooks, you can buy 'em
[?] had me hooked as a child
Used to think my ambition was a scheme, I defy 'em
You can too, if you get up off your ass, fuckin' try
I'm a [?], I'm just tryna make the top fall off
On the whip, like a cannon, lollipop on y'all
[?] get me high, make me feel so tall
I'm tryna keep my mental ground and so I feel for y'all
I swear my eyes be bloody red, but bitch I feel amazin'
And this is not a confrontation, that's an understatement
See this is runnin' in your house and where your momma stayin'
You spendin' doja on some pussy, you ain't concentratin'
Wake up!

Y'all live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money