Twenty-five bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she’ll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that’s how we was livin’
Twenty-five bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she’ll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that’s how we was livin’
I’ll not get old
If I dig with my knees, if I grind down my teeth
I know from the attic of me
From the bottoms of pleas, from the waywarded seas
Arthritis in her fingers, carpal tunnel in her wrists
‘Bout to feed her kids at night, sit between her legs and twist
While she listen to the oldies, soap operas, smokin’ bogies
On the phone, gossipin’, tellin’ homegirls stories
Girlfriend worried ’cause her son’s in a hurry
To see the state pen’ or a cemetery buried
Ma replied, do her best, but it’s still rough
Keep your kids off the street and away from drugs
Doin’ hair in the house, ain’t puttin’ on Daniel
Daddy in and out, “Ayy, who turned that channel?”
Sneakers turn to house shoes, steppin’ on the back
Ashin’ her cigarette in a brown paper bag
Smokin’ joints, laughin’, tryna get the part straight
For ten, put your perm in, don’t scratch all day
Hot cocoa stove, put the food in the bowl
Say that’s how many nights it was hard to keep goin’
Now I’m trapped in the trap and the devil ain’t forgettin’
Wanna see me dead or locked in a prison
In the system with division, only thing that add up
Fucked up ’cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks
Now I’m trapped in the trap and the devil ain’t forgettin’
Wanna see me dead or locked in a prison
In the system with division, only thing add up
Fucked-up nigga tryna get a couple bucks
Twenty-five bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she’ll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that’s how we was livin’
Twenty-five bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she’ll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that’s how we was livin’
I’ll not get old
If I dig with my knees, if I grind down my teeth
I know from the attic of me
From the bottoms of pleas, from the waywarded seas
Iverson Zig Zags, good night: fast food
If you really ballin’, mommy cop Chinese food
If you really wonder why these people got issues
‘Cause the rent owed and the fuckin’ lights due
On her knees at night, pray a miracle come through
Daddy shootin’ Craps, tryna win a pair of shoes
I been growin’ my hair, ’bout to let mommy twist it
Out wildin’ with my friends, even got myself a biscuit
Homie mommy smokin’ with nothin’ to lose
Now he stashin’ cracks in some hundred-dollar shoes
Sittin’ at his crib, smokin’ Swishers, gettin’ faded
Told me hit my mommy up ’cause he tryna get braided
What we gon’ do? See the local dope man
See if he can put some money in our hand
Same one jump me, the same one front me
‘Cause I’m tired of seein’ my family fucked up and hungry
Now I’m in the trap and the devil ain’t forgettin’
Wanna see a nigga dead or locked in a prison
In the system with division, only thing add up
Fucked-up nigga tryna get a couple bucks
Now I’m trapped in the trap and the devil ain’t forgettin’
Wanna see a nigga dead or locked in a prison
System with division, only thing that add up
Fucked up ’cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks
Twenty-five bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she’ll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that’s how we was livin’
Twenty-five bucks, momma braid your hair
Sit on the porch, she’ll do it on the stairs
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
Fed us many nights, nigga, that’s how we was livin’
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