Babies To Men - Tee Grizzley

Ayy man, to them young niggas, man

Everybody out there that’s growin' up, that’s kids

Don’t try to grow up too fast, man

Enjoy your parents, enjoy your friends, enjoy your relatives while you got 'em

They ain’t always gonna be livin', they ain’t always gonna be with you, bro

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

Trust me

We started off stealin' bikes and playin' a game at the crib

Like ask your mama can I spend the night

Hittin' the mall, gettin' matchin' pair of Mikes

Gettin' girls' numbers was the highlight of our life

At school in the bathroom, goin' 30 seconds

Sittin' next to Robert, tryna copy off his answers

Around report card time, I was finessin' (Yeah)

Like, «Granny, they ain’t give 'em to the students, they gon' mail 'em»

(I ain’t get mine)

We was mad when the other got suspended

Like, «Damn, now I gotta be in school without my nigga»

Why they let us get our hands on them pistols?

Why we ain’t get a book on all the shit that came with it

Why our peoples ain’t tell us the government had an agenda?

Don’t get a young nigga forever stranded in that system (Damn)

Wasn’t thinkin', I was busy thinkin' 'bout a million (Who else?)

Jasmine (Who else?), Lay-Lay (Who else?), Kayla (Who else?) Britney (Nigga)

Used to wear my uncle’s clothes to the parties

I know these pants big as hell, but they Ed Hardys

Tay tapped me like, «Get ready, bro, I’m finna snatch these Cartis»

(Bruh, we don’t tip around this bitch)

I think that’s when all this shit got started

Next day, we standin' outside the apartment

On Chicago, when some niggas rolled up in a Charger (Skrrt)

Like, «Come up off them glasses 'fore we start sparkin'»

All I remember is gunshots and dogs barkin'

Bruh like, «That's them 7 Mile niggas,» so that’s our target

Next day we on 7 Mile and Ferguson with five .40s

Tell his mama her baby gettin' aborted

No statute of limitations, so I gotta end that story

Put the gang on our shirts, you know what my mans claim

Terrorizin' shit, from Northland to Fairlane

Gettin' all the hoes at the high school games

Bunch of young niggas with some frames that’ll go insane

Then that RICO Act came, that’s when niggas changed

My day one niggas dead or stuck in that cage

My day ones that’s out, they don’t wanna change

But I got too much to lose, gotta go my way (I can’t stay the same)

'Cause I remember when them people ran in my crib

Pointin' them SIGs, crazy how we went from babies to men

Q was 17 when they gave him his bid

Straight to the Pen, he get out, he gon' have great-grandkids

Send him money every month 'cause he ain’t say what we did

Only thing he told 'em is we went from babies to men

Our transition was crazy… from babies (Grew up too fast)

We went from babies to men

Now I got my foot on niggas' necks and I ain’t lettin' up

Five M’s tucked, if I ain’t do shit else, I ran it up

Ho give me a bottle, what I’m gon' do with a cup?

I put on for Detroit, I need me a free pair of Bucks

Bitch, we really run the city, go and ask about us

Niggas gettin' found without their head about us

I was 17, givin' niggas no passes

Unc' taught me how to shoot, we used to call it po' class (Bow)