Lyrics 25/8 - Two-9, FatKidsBrotha, Key!

25/8

When that MAC talk, that Mac walk
They hope that they meet me boy
No bean talk, a lil lean talk
Slow it down when I e-walk
Eastside, red clays and sidewalk
Drive-bys for that side talk
No leash on when that pit walk
But her mouth right like a lockjaw
Hands up ‘cause I said so
I shine, you glow
Handstands from that red ho
Purple heart ‘cause she thorough
Brag about the O’s you spent on Melrose
In and out that same door
New money, same folks
My money talk, felatio
Cumming on your stomach ho
They hating me, I love ‘em though
I pay the fee, she run it slow
So, if you don’t believe me bitch you can suck it slow
Every day, every day, every day
I see money coming, I see people fade away
24 hours turn to 25 a day
Seven days a week, now it’s eight
I said name a nigga better than me, you can’t think
I’m tryna be in a pool of money and don’t sink
They say the cousin of death is rest, I don’t blink
I’m the south pole in the winter, with no mink
Pour this liquor alive, no lie
I swear I promise
If I said it then it’s honest
In a room I’ll be silent
The scary ones be the loudest
Cause they ain’t ‘bout shit
I’m from that mow bitch
nigga
Where they’ll peel a nigga
For these Carti’s on my face
Lord willing, I ain’t never caught a case but
For my daughters I might
I’m just rolling the dice
For lucky seven and I hustle like the reverend
Every day, every day, every day
I see money coming, I see people fade away
24 hours turn to 25 a day
Seven days a week, now it’s eight