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DANNY BROWN - 25 BUCKS FEAT. PURITY RING (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Brown
Danny Brown
Band
Purity Ring
Purity Ring
Band
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corrin Roddick
Corrin Roddick
Songwriter
Megan James
Megan James
Songwriter
Daniel Sewell
Daniel Sewell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Corin Roddick
Corin Roddick
Producer
Nick Hook
Nick Hook
Engineer
Scott Stallone
Scott Stallone
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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, ****, that's how we was livin'
[Verse 2]
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, ****, that's how we was livin'
[Verse 3]
I'll not get old
If I did 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
[Verse 4]
Arthritis in her fingers, carpal tunnel in her wrists
But 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, gossipin', tellin' home girls' stories
[Verse 5]
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 off the street and away from them drugs
[Verse 6]
Doin' hair in the house, ain't puttin' on dangle
Daddy in and out, ay, who turned that channel?
**** turn a house, shoes steppin' on the back
Ashin' her cigarette in a brown paper bag
[Verse 7]
Smokin' joints, laughin', tryna get the part straight
For a 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'
[Verse 8]
Now I'm trapped in a trap and the devil ain't forgettin'
Wanna see me dead of locked in a prison
In a system with division, only thing that add up
Fucked up 'cause a **** tryna get a couple bucks
[Verse 9]
Now I'm trapped in a trap and the devil ain't forgettin'
Wanna see me dead of locked in a prison
In a system with division, only thing that add up
Fucked up, **** tryna get a couple bucks
[Verse 10]
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, ****, that's how we was livin'
[Verse 11]
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, ****, that's how we was livin'
[Verse 12]
I'll not get old
If I did 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
[Verse 13]
Iverson zig zags, goodnight fast food
If we're really ballin', mommy cop Chinese food
If you really wonderin' why these people got issues
'Cause the rent owed and the fuckin' light's due
[Verse 14]
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 my self a biscuit
[Verse 15]
Homie mommy smokin' with nothin' to lose
Now he's 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
[Verse 16]
What we gon' do? See that local dope man
See if he can put some money in our hands
Same one jump me, the same one front me
'Cause I'm tired of seein' my family fucked up and hungry
[Verse 17]
Now I'm trapped in a trap and the devil ain't forgettin'
Wanna see a **** dead of locked in a prison
In a system with division, only thing that add up
Fucked up 'cause a **** tryna get a couple bucks
[Verse 18]
Now I'm trapped in a trap and the devil ain't forgettin'
Wanna see a **** dead of locked in a prison
In a system with division, only thing that add up
Fucked up 'cause a **** tryna get a couple bucks
[Verse 19]
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, ****, that's how we was livin'
[Verse 20]
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, ****, that's how we was livin'
Written by: Corrin Roddick, Daniel Sewell, Megan James
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