Think You Grown - Michael Christmas

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