| 25 bucks, momma braid your hair
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| Sit on the porch, she’ll do it on the stairs
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| Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
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| Fed us many nights nigga that’s how we was living
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| I’ll not get old
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| If I dig with my knees, if I grind on my teeth
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| I know from the attic of me
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| From the bottoms of cleats, from the wayward it seeds
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| Arthritis in her fingers, carpal tunnel in her wrists
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| 'Bout to feed her kids at night sit between her legs and twist
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| While she listen to the oldie soap operas smoking bogies
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| On the phone gossiping telling homegirls stories
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| Girlfriend worried cause her son’s in a hurry
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| To see the state Pen' or a cemetery buried
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| Ma replied do her best but it’s still rough
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| Keep your kids out the street and away from drugs
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| Doing hair in the house ain’t putting on Daniel
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| Daddy in and out, ay, who turned that channel?
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| Sneakers turn to house shoes, stepping on the back
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| Ashing her cigarette in a brown paper bag
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| Smoking joints, lauging tryna get the part straight
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| For ten, put your perm in, don’t scratch all day
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| Hot cocoa stove put the food in the bowl
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| Say that’s how many nights it was hard to keep going
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| Now I’m trapped in the trap and the devil ain’t forgetting
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| Wanna see me dead or locked in a prison
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| In the system with division only thing that add up
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| Fucked up cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks
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| Iverson zig zags, good night fast food
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| If you really balling, mommy cop Chinese food
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| If you really wonder why these people got issues
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| Cause the rent owed and the fucking lights due
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| On her knees at night, pray a miracle come through
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| Daddy shooting Craps, tryna win a pair of shoes
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| I been growing my hair 'bout to let mommy twist it
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| Out wilding with my friends even got myself a biscuit
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| Homie momma smoking with nothing to lose
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| Now he stashing cracks in some hundred dollar shoes
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| Sitting at his crib, smoking Swishers, getting faded
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| Told me hit my mommy up, cause he tryna get braided
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| What we gon' do see the local dope man
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| See if we can put some money in our hand
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| Same one jump me, the same one front me
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| Cause I’m tired of seeing my family fucked up and hungry
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| Now I’m trapped in the trap and the devil ain’t forgetting
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| Wanna see a nigga dead or locked in a prison
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| In the system with division only thing that add up
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| Fucked up cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks |