Skeme - Khalil's Song lyrics

rate me

I’m back better than never, surprise, surprise

They want me in a pall box but eyes will lie

And I was told the streets may be mine, all mine

Still I got faith in ‘em, get some rock, some rock

From when I’m at, to where I’m handed ain’t far

This side look when you get to your roof out of your truck

And now you open up that truck and get up your roof

I’m walkin’ proof, this steady show, ain’t always the true

Stood on my own tour, look what they offer me now

A savage nigga, no longer talking down

But steps beat, my niggas out, just fallow me now

Look, I had a baby boy, that’s my probably joy

And losin’ him will leave me empty feelings

I loved him before my son, that’s just roll one hundred

Kalil never want for nuthin’, that’s just daddy problems

Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Hook)

The day comes when you gotta make a stand

To turn you from a boy to a man

The time is never your plan

But it turned from a boy to a man

(Verse)

I had a crazy ass pop and a angle for mother

Real nigga candy now, been like this all time from younger

This how we done and get on fences when we droppin’

Been a mess from 17, you can’t tell a nigga nothin’

I love that east side, that’s what the smokers was at

Straight get off the roof as I open the truck

Dope money, side track, no try to focus on rap

I’ve been to on this bellow

But I will focus on that

Until the opportunities appear, don’t call me your homie

Shit the business never pleasure, just play with your homies

I see scar face once now move like I’m talkin’

When all you get nigga is all this shit on my lawn

See I got dollars to make, that nigga try to be pay

Almost got lock before I lock, you know in opuses ways

I’m like out of your range, probably never gonna change

Say I got this all smooth, I’m just actin’ my way

The day comes when you gotta make a stam

Yeah, yeah

(Hook)

(Verse)

I might just make a million all from mix-tapes

Been double part, my wippin’ front a big place

Go and tell these broke nigga get their shit straight

And look me in my eyes, it’s like you can get chip face

Haters want you nigga all to see

Ain’t not like everything lick nigga is wanted to be

You think you ballin’, look here partner, it’s nothin’ to me

I can teach you class on it, give a stunner degree

Just like a juvenile, black bell, four hunnit degree

I am only low to give a nigga a crase

And right now, crack it hard, that’s just here to lease

Cook chickens like they better down and deepin’ the green

Shit, I’m sick and tired you’all niggas

I fuck around and put a shell on y’all niggas

For basket, I might just _______(?)

Fuck a judge, I fuck around but come a feller up niggas now

Always locked in them cages, can’t get ém out of that vox

Money on my nigga stole dog, connected the vibes

Good dick for the bitches, middle finger to cops

With guns, I’m all loaded studio pop

Grand daddy got a job that he don’t work on whole life

Mama retire, still workin’, that’s the shit that ain’t right

I try to make the way out, the hood help me back

And hood niggas never make it, you can’t tell me that

I know better nigga and it’s for homie and all the nigga

My dogs killers, truth is ain’t no better nigga

I use to have right on that Jerome nigga

Now this can’t replace in the windows with the letters nigga

Do what I want and never let this, ain’t never let this nigga

I come from nothin’

What the fuck you tellin’ nigga?

Do what I want and never let this, ain’t never let this nigga

I come from nothin’, right