Michael Christmas - Think You Grown lyrics

[Hook] 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 [Verse 1] But a n***a on a mission Bigger crib, bigger kitchen Young n***a 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 n***as 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 [Hook] [Outro] But a n***a on a mission Bigger crib, bigger kitchen Young n***a 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 n***as And the kids that listening