25

By Eto

On Elvis

Released on October 5, 2015

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[Intro]

Yeah


[Verse]

We twenty-five or three hundred months in the hive

Got stung, was worth it for honey, he got nun

Shots rung, two chalked out, one injured

Nine think he a killer, it's nothin' like willeth

Yo, he hung around with the corner boys

Me too, dirty sneakers and corduroies

My sneaks new, but he wasn't fortunate

Didn't have accordan-in-ce, he counts on me too

Would've been different if his mama was present

Sister fuckin' his homies and his father's a peasant

Just you and your baby brother, them ya dollars and centses

'Cause it's niggas who say they brothers fallin' out of they friendships

You my apprentice, wouldn't put you in harm's way

However, don't let 'em step a foot on your entree

Huh, it's been a long day, tried restin'

Jewels need digestin', shouldn't deprive lessons

These niggas got hard heads, Bo

Gotta learn 'em, 'cause God said so

I'm old-school Durnin, I'm on vet flow

So I don't expect 'em to talk retro

Yo, but I need 'em to soak this up (What?)

When you eat at home, don't shit much (Nah)

But these niggas will never learn (Never learn)

Yeah, you don't get a second turn


[Chorus]

Same story, different page I read

You see, I can go on for days about the days I bled

Nobody cares (Nobody)

Look around, shorty, nobody there

Thought he was gonna hold it down for you

He twenty-five with a body, hit with twenty-five and cryin' for mommy

Got his cheeks split takin' a potty

Same fight, different rounds I fought

You see, I can go on for days about the crowns I bought