His fifth studio album We the Best Forever (2011) also saw similar commercial success, and helped bring Khaled to international prominence, as it featured the song "I'm on One", which was his first top ten hit. His sixth and seventh albums, Kiss the Ring (2012) and Suffering from Success (2013), charted in the top ten on the Billboard 200, and his eighth studio album, I Changed a Lot (2015), peaked at number 12.[5] In 2015 and 2016, Khaled gained worldwide attention as a media personality, due to his activity on social media. This foresaw the release of his ninth studio album Major Key (2016), which gained critical and commercial success; it debuted at number one the Billboard 200, was certified gold, and received a Grammy nomination for Best Rap Album.
He released his tenth studio album, Grateful, in 2017, which contained the singles "I'm the One" and "Wild Thoughts", which charted at number one and number two on the Billboard Hot 100, respectively. The album debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, and was also certified platinum. His eleventh album, Father of Asahd, was released in 2019; it peaked at number two, and the song "Higher" won Best Rap/Sung Performance at the 62nd Annual Grammy Awards, Khaled's first Grammy award win. His eponymous twelfth album was released in 2021.
Outside of music, Khaled has gained success as a writer, with his book The Keys featuring on the New York Times Best Seller list. He has also featured as an actor, appearing in Spies in Disguise (2019) and Bad Boys for Life (2020).
B Boyz
DJ Khaled Lyrics
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Life to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business bitch
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control
Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them 24’s
Junior doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing time ho
Ya know!
The time is money and money still was made baby
Eight months ain’t stop nothing nigga
It’s like jail was third base and my lil’ nigga still came home, ya understand
I’m from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That’s why when the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I’m so happy my lil’ brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain’t no pain I can’t withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam
Lil’ nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I’m in a whole ‘nother tax bracket, amen
In his song "B-Boyz," DJ Khaled starts with the opening line, "Talk about it, make em talk about it." The lyrics indicate that life is currency for him, which means he has prosperity in abundance. The second line infers that someone else's life is lifeless, almost like living on life support. The third line uses the comparison that Khaled licenses everything in his wallet. Lastly, Khaled mentions that he won his success from anyone who had or forgot about it before. He states, "I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it."
In the next verse, Khaled mentions his life of luxury. He talks about riding in a Maybach with his partner, and how he will intercept anyone who tries to take his woman. He also brags about how much money he has, with 100K in his lady's car, and he needs a new safe for all his dead presidents. Khaled states he is the life and soul of his group, and anyone who questions that will see how easy he makes things look. Khaled continues by saying that he is no stranger to violence and will hold his own with all comers.
The third verse mentions Khaled's humble beginnings, coming from the hood where people held coke in baby diapers. He shouts out to the men he grew up with, and compares his flow to the devil, saying he spits hellfire. He mentions how he is numb to pain and will hold his friends down, like a kickstand. In summary, the lyrics to "B-Boyz" primarily talk about Khaled's success in life and his determination never to lose it.
Line by Line Meaning
Talk about it, make em talk about it
Let's discuss this topic and generate conversation around it.
Life to me is currency, prosperity I got it
I view life as money, and I am fortunate to have financial success.
And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I perceive your life to be unfulfilling, like it is barely surviving on support.
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
I have legal agreements for all items in my wallet, and despite being physically small, I am full of courage.
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Either comply and do your assigned task, or park your inflated ego next to mine, where conflict is inevitable.
Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
There is no one like me, I am unique.
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
I accomplished my success from those who didn't use or appreciate their abilities.
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
I ride in the back of a Cadillac with a machine gun in the trunk.
With a latch on the back of the trunk
The trunk is secured with a locking mechanism.
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
I assault a fool with a shotgun until he is disoriented.
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
I am ahead of the competition when discussing the future of talent.
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
I'm in the rear of the city block, where police are trying to take people's money.
Iraq on the block G watch for the block or whatever
The area is dangerous and requires vigilance and caution.
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
No mercy, just guns and bravery. You're in trouble, doubly so, and I don't care if you end up in a bad situation.
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
I'd rather die in a lake with a catch, doing a backflip into the water with a smile on my face.
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
We may cry in the face of Jesus, but we still hope to maintain our stylish appearance.
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business bitch
We're talking business between Top Dawg Entertainment and Young Money Cash Money Billionaires, bitches.
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
I'm driving around in a Maybach, and I'm most likely with my significant other.
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Don't waste my time, pay me for my services. I'll even steal your girl like Detective Bailey.
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
This side is where all the money is. My significant other drives a car worth $100,000.
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
I need a new safe because I have too much money. The money I have is represented by the faces of presidents in my Levi's jeans.
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
I must say this guy has style, and I am enjoying my luxuries.
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
I might buy myself an Aston Martin.
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
I own every vehicle I drive. My significant other is very attractive, with an unusually large posterior.
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I have to impress her with my sexual abilities, causing her to faint.
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
I have a lot of money, performing two shows per day.
My rollie gold, no time to waste
My Rolex watch is gold, and I don't want to waste any time.
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
What's up Berg, my good friend.
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
I keep my gun on me at all times, like how mothers care for their children.
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
I am fierce and unrelenting in both hot and cold environments.
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
I need to stay on top of the music charts because I hear people are trying to bring me down.
Young nigga, got a lot of flows
Although I am young, I have many different rapping styles.
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control
If anyone doubts my talent, I can easily prove them wrong because I make it look like second nature.
Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
I have a box filled with guns and my hand is on the trigger.
Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
I'm a gangster from the uptown part of town, and we get money by any means necessary.
Third Ward soldier, suicide rider
I am like a soldier from the Third Ward, and I ride recklessly and fearlessly.
Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
My mindset is strategic and disciplined, with $100 million on the counter.
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
I have a pearl-handled handgun and I set my Bugatti car on fire.
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models
My models wear designer shoes from Christian Louboutin and clothing from Chanel.
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
I'm higher than the Bugatti vehicle, and I'm fishing for profits on the drug trade.
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
I am diving to the ground to pick up hundreds of dollars, while being armed and making money.
Fr-fresher than I been before
I am even fresher, more stylish than I have ever been.
Higher than we even been, shining on them 24’s
We are higher than ever before, riding on shiny 24-inch rims.
Junior doing time ho
My younger associate is serving a prison sentence.
On the grind ho, while he doing time ho
I am working hard while my associate serves time in prison.
Ya know!
You understand what I'm saying, right?
The time is money and money still was made baby
Time is money, and I made a lot of money.
Eight months ain’t stop nothing nigga
Eight months didn't stop me from continuing to make money.
It’s like jail was third base and my lil’ nigga still came home, ya understand
Being locked up was like completing the third base in baseball and my associate still managed to come home.
I’m from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
I grew up in a neighborhood where women hide cocaine in their babies' diapers.
That’s why when the babies grow up damn they be like us
This explains why when they grow up, the children become like us.
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
I have come a long way from rapping in wild freestyle competitions.
Man I’m so happy my lil’ brother came home from Rikers
I am euphoric that my younger brother was released from Rikers Island.
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
Shoutout to my acquaintances BP, Thugga, Flow, and Fail Boy.
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My rapping style is like the devil, I spit fire.
My heart numb, ain’t no pain I can’t withstand
I am emotionally numb, and there is no amount of pain I can't endure.
And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand
I protect and support my friends like a kickstand holds up a vehicle.
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam
Stop bothering me, and stop acting in a cowardly and weak way.
Lil’ nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
Young man, finish going through puberty and become independent.
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
I went from idling away the time with my friends Earl and Red, to experiencing the high life.
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Now I cruise around Miami in a red Porsche.
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force
Me and Stunna fly so much, we could join the Air Force.
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
We are real men, why did you bring chairs?
I went from making money from people with crack habits
I used to make money from people addicted to crack.
To thanking God I’m in a whole ‘nother tax bracket, amen
Now I thank God that I am in a higher tax bracket, hallelujah.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KENDRICK LAMAR, ANTOINE MCCOLISTER, BRYAN WILLIAMS, JERMAINE ANTHONY PREYAN, JESSE I JAMES, KEITH MILLER, BRIAN EDNER PARKER, DAVID STOKER, BRIAN WICKER
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@citizanatmospherian
"Mac in the back of a lack with a mac in the back of a lac with a latch on the back of the trunk hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back till hes off balance" One of the craziest lines ive ever heard
@warrenmwemba1608
Kendrick murdering his own line
@reubenmanners5209
My favorite part. Idk why they made Kendrick go first….😂
@BearEuryksun
Apart from the verse... the beat is the only other reason this tune be on blast wherr am @ from time to time...shout out to who ever made this banger..... Awhoooohhhh!!!
@pintrhedjiz7528
@@reubenmanners5209😂😂😂😂
@troudefion7069
He kills them 😂
@mirrrorismycompetition
i swear kendrick lamar with the 3 lines cut in his hair is the best kendrick flow possible
@RoyalNegusTV
lmfao
@theHSL604
facts as fuck, he need a haircut
@mblount9300
@@theHSL604 lmao idky that made me laugh but its true 😂🤦🏾♂️ we need kdot back💯🐐🔥