Handwriting

(Handwriting's on the wall)

Yeah, it's on the wall

I'm a keep drankin' til they toss me out this motherfucker man

Excuse my tone of voice but today was just a bad day

Label hit me about another single and said I ain't had play

Since Country Shit, hell they thought that was a reasonable record anyway

But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris because they had faith

That shit would take off and it did, guess I was too country to quit

I make albums not hits, these rich folks don't know about this

But that's cool, I'm back to that K.R.I.T. Was Here

Pray to God this was meant for me, a king to be

Hoping my time was near

Maybe I'm rappin' in vain, maybe this wasn't my lane

Maybe I'm hurtin' myself, talkin' bout real life instead of the fame

How can I change? Shawty I swear I think I'm wastin' time

On the phone with my pops like, "I just wanna save some lives"

I just want a deuce to ride with the ones I was dealt

My pride might be my downfall, but I ain't askin' for help

I wear my heart on my sleeve, don't run into me cause it bleeds

No disrespect to your craft, but I make my own beats

Shit the handwritin'...

(The handwriting's on the wall...)

Man the Hennessy do somethin' to a nigga man sometimes that shit...

I just can't hold back, you feel me?

First quarter got me like boilin' water with soda in it

Drop my project in the pot watch it lock up like those in prison

Gotta prove these people wrong that don't see the vision

Three nominations, number one on 106, hell I forgot to mention

Two free albums minus label support

Fired my publicist cause I forgot what I was payin' him for

Drunk til I'm barely conscious, call Johnny tell him put y'all on 3-way immediately

Cause I'm sick of bein' lied to and I'm wagin' war

Then I'm goin' back to Sippi-land and I'm quittin' rap

Ain't that bad cause when I was poor, hell I was fat and happy

Dealin' with the critics and the comments got me trippin'

Like my accent and my tone make it really hard to listen

I was scarred but I was driven before the politics came

Lynchin' rappers and droppin' albums, and watchin' em hang

I pushed mine back with fear that they might just do me the same

Cause I rebel I might get shelved, but that's part of the game

Hell, the handwritin'...

(The handwriting's on the wall...)

Goddamn right it's on the wall

I take this shit seriously man

This is my life, this all I've ever known

This all I'll ever do and I promise to God I won't let nobody take it from me

I did it for all of mine and all of yours

Ten toes deep in the game I'm in

I'm bound to lose if I'm livin' in sin

If I play to win will I make it out?

I'm tired of feelin' my heart Lord I just wanna scrape it out

This the road less traveled, shit I just gotta stay the route

I hear the hate and all the betrayal I just gotta phase it out

With another shot, better chase it down with a glass of Crown

Put that on my tab, yeah I'm doin' bad

Cause music's all I've ever known, shit, all I've ever had

Tryna say somethin' tryna do somethin' tryna be better

Ain't much time left, I gotta make do, I can't live forever

Ain't that what makes me me? No smoke and no mirrors

And I don't even wear Loc's, so they can see me clear

And you can say that I'm bitter but tell me if I'm trippin'

They stick their noses up and talk down on Mississippi

Imagine how you'd feel to know you work hard, and you educated

And they treat you like you never made it

The handwritin'...

(The handwriting's on the wall, final curtain's about to fall

Just ain't no feelings left at all, the handwriting, handwriting's on the wall)