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