Isaiah Rashad, Michael da Vinci - Sydney Jones lyrics

Man coming from a city where the heater bang
Nooga shooter Ruger
Kill your brother that's that local fame
Always gave a fuck so much
My Dockers wasn't Dickies man
Gotta keep it pimping James stomped
Them out, 44 deep, over cookies so
Imagine what they do to niggas
Acting like some pussy man
Austin daddy left him so abrupt
Now he hitting stains type of shit
Make me say prayers for all my players
I’m here for all your fears you sell
I gotta scale it’s real, riding
Riding with my brother and his Lincoln
Got me thinking of get rich
Schemes for all my people
And maybe I should talk to my daddy
Good karma
But fuck it I’m still stuck in these panties
Take relations for granted ‘stead
Of lowering standards
I did blow I didn’t plan
It I’m understanding these addicts
Can you manage your habit?
Can you honestly practice?
All that shit that you preaching?
Always misplacing my glasses
But always peeping the evil like
I see it clear now
Like back in high school you’re the
One that’s acting weird now
Had a baby in the 9th grade
Shes old enough to cheer now
You see us getting money put
That motherfuckin’ beer down we’re here now

We here now mothafucka
I think we need some motivation
We’re here now mothafucka
Give me that Sydney Jones pussy
I think we need some motivation

Many nights I shot ball 'til lights
Cut off on flight so probably fell my life
My momma was probably right I
Fill shoes to height
That Kobe could fit ‘em tight
These niggas here is light
To get ahead they living
Like parasites and mice
And pussy will make them fight
I’m be sippin' this fucking sprite
For fillers I couldn’t write my
Big homie had died
For niggas who living lies he’s
Six feet from life
I hope heaven treating him nice
Why good die in spite?
When Sydney Jones get piped
She young, black, and trife
My light skin advice
She keep me hooked like Phife
My electric relaxation
Her thighs give me escapism
With music make me anxious
Liquor be all tasteless
Sometimes I feel like hatred will kill
Me if I do make it three stacks vacations
Secluded living locations
Endless amount of payments to bank
Accounts that I’m making
Seasons changing for us and we
Adding a couple faces
These niggas get funny so
Benjamin keep me racing
Everybody a actor wanna be the leading faces
So get your acting right the
Directors giving our placements
My niggas die for it
She got that pussy juice
I could lie for it, that pussy the truth
You got some time boy
Then get some pussy too
I’m the nigga baby, what that pussy do
My niggas die for it
She got that pussy juice
I could lie for it, that pussy the truth
You got some time boy, go get some pussy too
(Give me that Sydney Jones pussy
I think them niggas need some motivation)