Isaiah Rashad - Sydney Jones lyrics

[Produced by Mr. Carmack] [Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] Man coming from a city where the heater bang Nooga shooter Ruger, k** your brother that's that local fame Always gave a f** 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 n***as acting like some p**y man Austin daddy left him so abrupt now he hitting stains Type of sh**, 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 f** 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 sh** that you preaching? always misplacing my gla**es 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 motherf**in' beer down We're here now [Break: Isaiah Rashad] We here now mothaf**a I think we need some motivation We're here now mothaf**a Give me that Sydney Jones p**y I think we need some motivation [Verse 2: Michael Da Vinci] 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 n***as here is light To get ahead they living like parasites and mice And p**y will make them fight, I'm be sippin' this f**ing sprite For fillers I couldn't write my big homie had died For n***as 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, n***a be all tasteless Sometimes I feel like hatred will k** me if I do make it Three stacks vacations, secluded living locations Illest amount of payments to bank accounts that I'm making Seasons changing for us and we adding a couple faces These n***as 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 [Outro: Michael Da Vinci and Isaiah Rashad] My n***as die for it, she got that p**y juice I could lie for it, that p**y the truth You got some time boy, then get some p**y too I'm the n***a baby, what that p**y do My n***as die for it, she got that p**y juice I could lie for it, that p**y the truth You got some time boy, go get some p**y too (Give me that Sydney Jones p**y I think them n***as need some motivation)