Growing Up - Michael Christmas

Bought my mama’s crib 'cause she got no niggas

Ain’t it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball

I told you I would ball, nigga, didn’t I ball?

And I might not see you later

Teyana

Yeah?

What are you listening to?

Michael’s album

Michael dropped an album?

Boy don’t tell me shit

Niggas is sick, when I was growin' up, I couldn’ta pictured this

Got TVs with 3D in 'em

Bed big enough so me and my feet fit both fit in

And I found a group of friends in which I fit in

But I still stand out any place I’m chillin'

Don’t wanna see no drama, no All My Children

When I was a kid, I was Dennis the Menace

Mike Epps and Ice Cube, I was quiet and timid

Jermaine held me down, yeah, that’s my nigga

My pops give me good shit talk and wisdom

I plan to take that to the tip-top and tip it

It bounce out, I put that shit back like Blake Griffin

These Js only get you so far but I’m still fly in 'em

I hate flyin', love money, yeah that’s conflicting

Don’t get caught up and let them charges stick

Use the comm sense before you face the consequence

Niggas buggin' out like Phife Dawg and Tip

The artists

Other niggas can kick the can, but I’m the bigger man

Lookin' at the table, draft day, yeah we did it man

So let me make a toast, I don’t brag or boast

I just fuckin' hope, and dream

Michael comes homes and he tells me that one of his fellow students' mother and

father we’re doing something after school, as mothers and fathers do after

school, and Michael says «parents don’t live together» or something like that

and I guess the teacher had to explain different dynamics of families and stuff

like that

And it broke my fuckin' heart 'cause his family didn’t love together and he

thought that’s how everybody’s family should be

And I cried a little bit, but we didn’t think about that, but it was definitely

a heartbreaking scenario of many to follow

But we got through it, as we always did

Because for some reason he always believed the bullshit I was spittin'

And it worked out for us