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Carpal tunnel in her wrists, grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted Brown, homie momma smoking with nothing to lose
Bout to feed her kids at night sit between her legs and twist, i been growing my hair bout to let mommy twist it, fucked up cause a nigga tryna get a couple bucks
Lauging tryna get the part straight, in the system with division only thing that add up, she ll do it on the stairs
wanna see me dead or locked in a prison
That s how we was living, momma braid your hair, if i grind down my teeth
Cause he tryna get braided, momma braid your hair, homie momma smoking with nothing to lose
Fed us many nights, homie momma smoking with nothing to lose
sit on the porch
sitting at his crib
She ll do it on the stairs, cause i m tired of seeing my family fucked up and hungry, what we gon do see the local dope man
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted, fed us many nights
that s how we was living
i ll not get old
In the system with division only thing that add up, hot cocoa stove
that s how we was living
I know from the attic of me, from the bottoms of pleas, don t scratch all day
told me hit my mommy up
Out wilding with my friends, keep your kids off the street and away from drugs
That s how we was living, doing hair in the house ain t putting on daniel
Ashing her cigarette and a brown paper bag, fed us many nights, now he stashing cracks in some hundred dollar shoes
Ashing her cigarette and a brown paper bag, momma braid your hair
Sitting at his crib, sit on the porch
Cause the rent owed and the fucking lights due, grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted
That s how we was living, sit on the porch
Wanna see me dead or locked in a prison, don t scratch all day, if you really wonder why these people got issues
now i m trapped in the trap and the devil ain t forgetting
put the food in the bowl
Grew your hair out and you wanna get it twisted, that s how we was living Brown, sit on the porch