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)