Sydney Jones Isaiah Rashad (Ft. Michael da Vinci)

[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