Khalil’s Song lyrics

[Verse 1: Skeme]
I’m back better than ever, surprise, surprise
They want me in a pine box but I’s alive
And I was told the streets might be my demise
Still I got faith in em, case [?]
From where I’m at to where I’m headed ain’t far of a jump
This how it look when you get to the roof out of your trunk
And now you open up that trunk and tuck up your roof
I’m walking proof the studies show ain’t always the truth
I stayed away from labels all tryna water me down
Stood on my own two and look what they offer me now
A seven digit n*gga no longer talking in thous
My steps lead my n*ggas out, just follow me now
Look, I had a baby boy, that’s my pride and joy
And losing him would leave me empty, feelings null and void
I loved him before I saw him, that’s just raw and honest
Khalil’ll never want for nothing, that’s his daddy’s promise

[Chorus: Skeme]
The day comes when you got to make a stand
To turn from a boy to a man
The timing is never your plan
But it turns you from a boy to a man

[Verse 2: Skeme]
I had a crazy ass pops and and angel for a mother
Real n*ggas trendy now, I been like this since I was a youngin
Pencils I was dubbing, ghetto fences I was jumping
Been a man since 17, you couldn’t tell a n*gga nothing
I love that east side, that’s where the smokers reside
Church rang off the hook soon as I opened the trap
Dope money sidetracked, no time to focus on rap
Opportunities below but I don’t focus on that
To you opportunist n*ggas, don’t call me your homie
This sh*t for business, never pleasure, just pay what you owe me
I seen Scarface once, now I move like I’m Tony
With nothing given, n*gga got this sh*t here on my lonely
See I got dollars to make, a n*gga tryna be paid
Almost got locked before I balled, you know them Iverson ways
I’m way out of your range, probably never gon’ change
They say I got an old soul, I’m just acting my ways my n*gga
[Chorus: Skeme]
The day comes when you got to make a stand
To turn from a boy to a man
The timing is never your plan
But it turns you from a boy to a man

[Verse 3: Skeme]
I might just make a million off a mixtape
Then double park my whip in front your b*tch place
Go and tell these broke n*ggas get they sh*t straight
And look me in my eyes, this that you can get chipped face
Hate is what you n*ggas wanted to see
Ain’t I everything you liquor n*ggas wanted to be
You think you balling, look here partner that’s nothing to me
I could teach a class on it, give a stunner degree
Since I was a juvenile, the block been 400 degrees
Iron on me loaded, give a b*tch n*gga a crease
And right now crooked hot, that’s just saying the least
Cook chickens like they battered down and cooked in the grease
Sheesh, I’m sick of telling y’all n*ggas
I’ll f*ck around and put a shell in y’all n*ggas
Fruit basket, I might just knock the melon off n*ggas
f*ck a judge, I f*ck around become a felon off n*ggas
Homies locked in them cages, can’t get em out of that box
Money on my n*gga’s store door, connecting them dots
Good di*k for them b*tches, middle fingers for cops
Guns I’m toting live and loaded, ain’t no studio props
Granddaddy got a job that he done worked his whole life
Mama retired, still working, that’s that sh*t that ain’t right
I’m tryna make a way out, the hood held me back
And hood n*ggas never make it, you can’t tell me that
Cause I know better n*gga, and this four on me’ll wet a n*gga
My dogs killers, truth is I’m no better n*gga
I used to have to ride on that Jerome Bettis n*gga
Now it’s camera plates, tinted windows with that leather n*gga
Do what I want and never what this world let a n*gga
I come from nothing, what the f*ck did y’all tell a n*gga
Do what I want and never what this world let a n*gga
I come from nothing
[Outro: DJ Drama & BJ The Chicago Kid]
Khalil for you, Skeme
Dedicated to generation now
Ingleworld 2, we’ve decided to take things to a greater height
This what y’all asked for
Boys to men
Boys to men
Boys to men