Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 25 Bucks, artist - Danny Brown. Album song Old, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fool's Gold
Song language: English
25 Bucks |
| 25 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 living |
| I’ll not get old |
| If I dig with my knees, if I grind on my teeth |
| I know from the attic of me |
| From the bottoms of cleats, from the wayward it seeds |
| 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 oldie soap operas smoking bogies |
| On the phone gossiping telling 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 out the street and away from drugs |
| Doing hair in the house ain’t putting on Daniel |
| Daddy in and out, ay, who turned that channel? |
| Sneakers turn to house shoes, stepping on the back |
| Ashing her cigarette in a brown paper bag |
| Smoking joints, lauging 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 going |
| Now I’m trapped in the trap and the devil ain’t forgetting |
| 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 |
| Iverson zig zags, good night fast food |
| If you really balling, mommy cop Chinese food |
| If you really wonder why these people got issues |
| Cause the rent owed and the fucking lights due |
| On her knees at night, pray a miracle come through |
| Daddy shooting Craps, tryna win a pair of shoes |
| I been growing my hair 'bout to let mommy twist it |
| Out wilding with my friends even got myself a biscuit |
| Homie momma smoking with nothing to lose |
| Now he stashing cracks in some hundred dollar shoes |
| Sitting at his crib, smoking Swishers, getting faded |
| Told me hit my mommy up, cause he tryna get braided |
| What we gon' do see the local dope man |
| See if we can put some money in our hand |
| Same one jump me, the same one front me |
| Cause I’m tired of seeing my family fucked up and hungry |
| Now I’m trapped in the trap and the devil ain’t forgetting |
| Wanna see a nigga 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 |