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[Break] |
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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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[Hook: Megan James] |
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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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[Verse 1] |
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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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[Bridge] |
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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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[Break + Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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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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[Bridge] |
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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 |
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[Break] |
