Pak-Man, Biggapicture - Boy to a Man lyrics
[Pak-Man, Biggapicture - Boy to a Man lyrics]
Four A's and three B's
Still I wound up knee deep in these streets
Groundhog Day, over ten years on repeat
Break down my CV
Sixteen, I was driving cars around the ends
Couldn't let my mum see it so
I parked outside my friend's
First time I got nicked pigs told
Me that I'm going jail
Took me Streatham station
Next day I was home on bail
Seventeen, they kicked me out of school
I had to leave college
Forgot about my studies I was
Gaining too much street knowledge
Mum disappointed but you know
How Asian families are
I just wanted fast money, big jewels
Flashy cars smartest out my friеnds
Still I wound up trapping hard
Eighteen, my family weren't proud
I started rapping bars
Lеft my mum's house in 2008
Counting this cake on council estates
I'm out here to hate
From a boy to a man
It's kinda mad when I look back
From grams to grands
In the city where we push at
From a boy to a man
It's kinda mad when I look back
Money in the bank
I ain't looking at these hood rats
Me and L'z was young, we started selling weed
Back then a couple grand felt like twenty G's
Million pound later
Flipped money that you've never seen
Box of crow was a pot of
Gold when I was seventeen
I grew up in the hood around the serpents
And them clowns down the circus
Feeling like I found my purpose
Bury me a Muslim, try do some good things
When I'm in North West the only
Time I'm round the churches
Mum was a teacher, son was a hustler
Running with squeezers
Now the Benz got hundreds of features
Met plugs OT where the numbers were cheaper
Dodged a gold digger
Nearly fell in love with a diva
Put my life into music, now I feel exposed
Need to find a wife, I don't feel no hoes
Need to leave the roads, gotta keep composed
Lead by example, that's a leader's role
From a boy to a man
It's kinda mad when I look back
From grams to grands
In the city where we push at
From a boy to a man
It's kinda mad when I look back
Money in the bank
I ain't looking at these hood rats