BJ The Chicago Kid - Khalil's Song lyrics

[Verse 1] 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***a no longer talking in thous My steps lead my n***as 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 [Hook] 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] I had a crazy a** pops and and angel for a mother Real n***as 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***a 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***as, don't call me your homie This sh** 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***a got this sh** here on my lonely See I got dollars to make, a n***a 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***a [Hook] 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] I might just make a million off a mixtape Then double park my whip in front your b**h place Go and tell these broke n***as get they sh** straight And look me in my eyes, this that you can get chipped face Hate is what you n***as wanted to see Ain't I everything you liquor n***as wanted to be You think you balling, look here partner that's nothing to me I could teach a cla** on it, give a stunner degree Since I was a juvenile, the block been 400 degrees Iron on me loaded, give a b**h n***a 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***as I'll f** around and put a shell in y'all n***as Fruit basket, I might just knock the melon off n***as f** a judge, I f** around become a felon off n***as Homies locked in them cages, can't get em out of that box Money on my n***a's store door, connecting them dots Good dick for them b**hes, 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** that ain't right I'm tryna make a way out, the hood held me back And hood n***as never make it, you can't tell me that Cause I know better n***a, and this four on me'll wet a n***a My dogs k**ers, truth is I'm no better n***a I used to have to ride on that Jerome Bettis n***a Now it's camera plates, tinted windows with that leather n***a Do what I want and never what this world let a n***a I come from nothing, what the f** did y'all tell a n***a Do what I want and never what this world let a n***a I come from nothing [Outro – DJ Drama] 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 [Outro – BJ The Chicago Kid] Boys to men Boys to men Boys to men