Lyrical Breakdown of 25 Bucks (feat. Purity Ring) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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25 bucks, mama 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' 25 bucks, mama 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 on my teeth I know from the attic of me To the bottom of cleats From the wayward it seeds Arthritis in her fingers carpal tunnel in her wrists Bout' to feed her kids at night sleep between her legs and twist While she listen to the oldie soap operas smokin' 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 Doin' hair in the house ain't puttin' on Daniel Daddy in and out, aye who turned that channel? Niggas turn the house shoes steppin' on the back Ashin' her cigarette in a brown paper bag Smokin' 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 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 that add up Fucked up cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks 25 bucks, mama 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' 25 bucks, mama 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 on my teeth I know from the attic of me To the bottom of cleats From the wayward it seeds Iverson zig zags, goodnight fast food If you really ballin', mommy cop Chinese food If you really wonder why these people got issues Cause the rent owed and these 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 acuit Homie momma 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 we 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 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 that add up Fucked up cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks 25 bucks, mama 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' 25 bucks, mama 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