Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Babies To Men, artist - Tee Grizzley. Date of issue: 07.11.2018
Song language: English
Babies To Men |
| 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) |