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)