Sydney Jones

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]

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, steady 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, she's old enough to cheer now

You see us getting money put that motherfuckin’ beer down

We here now

[Break: Isaiah Rashad]

We here now mothafucka

I think we need some motivation

We here now mothafucka

Give me that Sydney Jones pussy

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 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

[Outro: Michael Da Vinci and Isaiah Rashad]

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)