Fully Grown - Frisco, Skepta

I’m a fully grown man, no, I ain’t no teen

Love a bit of her but I ain’t no fiend

'Nough of these guys ain’t seen what I seen

Ain’t been through what I been through, what you mean?

Say fuck that, ain’t got a G for my T

'Nough of these guys ain’t been where I been

None of these guys can’t go where I go

None of them can’t educate me about dough

You can’t educate me about bagging up food

Ssh hut yuh muh and don’t get rude

None of these youts ain’t on what I’m on

But it’s more than long if I’m in a bad mood

Like hey chum, big, give me space, give me room

Big Frisco, I’ve never been a waste on a tune

If we’re on the same riddim when I make bars spitting

Then it’s best you know your place on the tune

I’m a fully grown man, I ain’t no teen

These MCs ain’t seen what I seen

You can’t educate big man about street

Nah rudeboy, what you mean?

What you mean?

I’m a fully grown man, I ain’t no teen

These MCs ain’t seen what I seen

You can’t educate big man about street

Nah rudeboy, what you mean?

What you mean?

I’m a fully grown man, no, I ain’t no yout

None of these guys can’t do what I do

None of these guys can’t shot what I shoot

None of them can’t ever move food that I move

Bare big man know in my crew

Step back cause I’ve got nine in my two

And you think that you’re hard

When you know that you couldn’t walk a yard

Not just a mile in my shoe

Look, most of the man dem shot 'caine

And pop shots to leave you in a box like Blaine

I come to bring back hype in the game

I’m a badboy, I got bare stripes to my name

Slowly but surely, I’m rising to fame

'Nough of these guys will lose their mind for the fame

I grind for my name, I know it sounds a little bit insane

But I’ll die for my chain

I’m a fully grown man, I ain’t no teen

These MCs ain’t seen what I seen

You can’t educate big man about street

Nah rudeboy, what you mean?

What you mean?

I’m a fully grown man, I ain’t no teen

These MCs ain’t seen what I seen

You can’t educate big man about street

Nah rudeboy, what you mean?

What you mean?

I’m a fully grown man, you’re just a likkle lad

You don’t want Fris to flip and then get a little mad

You ain’t had gash that I’ve had

Not one of them pose a threat, they ain’t bad

What you know about setting up shop?

You ain’t bad

What you know about letting off shots?

You ain’t bad

And all that big talking you’re talking

Ain’t good cause I know you ain’t bad

I’m a fully grown man, you’re just a likkle fam

Been a G from the start, not long

Know yourself, control yourself

Get a hold and show some respect for your dad

Guess you can say I’ve got the gift of the gab

Make a guy know that he’s gotta strip for the strap

Click to the clack, and when you hear the sound

You get down cause I’m sick with a strap

I’m a fully grown man, I ain’t no teen

These MCs ain’t seen what I seen

You can’t educate big man about street

Nah rudeboy, what you mean?

What you mean?

I’m a fully grown man, I ain’t no teen

These MCs ain’t seen what I seen

You can’t educate big man about street

Nah rudeboy, what you mean?

What you mean?