Tee Grizzley - Babies to Men lyrics
Tee Grizzley [Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr] Detroit, Michigan, US 🇺🇸
[Tee Grizzley - Babies to Men lyrics]
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)
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)