Lyrics Think You Grown - Michael Christmas

Think You Grown

I’m out too late, I’m never home
I work too much, I sleep too long
My mamma keep calling me
She scared when I’m gone
My mamma keep calling me
«Like you think you grown»
You think you grown
But a nigga on a mission
Bigger crib, bigger kitchen
Young nigga with a vision
I’m just playing my position
Who with me, who isn’t?
No time to be missing
I thank god for my niggas
And the kids that listening
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months
Leaving all my friends I ain’t going out to stunt
We ain’t have time to just kick it, fake punt
And I hope they all got good intentions like puns
Running, Chris Brown dancing to the money
Mom start crying when I leave like it’s something
It’s nothing, kiss her on the cheek, call on Sunday
One day have her sit next to the runway
Cause she know when I’m coming
I’m coming home with some money
A couple Grammy’s or something
A different path for my youngin’s
My family never had nothin'
I wasn’t part of discussions
Them bigger headaches, concussions
We get the -itis, conjunctive
Incoming call, fam on facetime
I’m watching them all
If they come with me the we all get to ball
Swear to god I be doing this for y’all
But a nigga on a mission
Bigger crib, bigger kitchen
Young nigga with a vision
I’m just playing my position
Who with me, who isn’t?
No time to be missing
I thank god for my niggas
And the kids that listening