Big K.R.I.T. - K.R.I.T. 4eva (Chapter One) lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T. - K.R.I.T. 4eva Chapter One lyrics]
Let me die just to see my name on the wall
Never fall, gotta make due
Yea I signed my first deal, wasn't no mill
Barely had a dollar to my name and
I was broke by day two
Doing all types of songs, they were jammin
Don't get me wrong
But my pops was like "J this ain't you"
Now I'm in the 'sip takin trips to B ham
Cause eating off the food in
My grandma's kitchen wouldn't do
I'm talking in the studio
All night mixing from scratch making beats
At the best getting less than
The crack my nigga servin'
Thinking "Where did I go wrong?"
Never should have quit school
I'd probably make more money flipping burgers
Than kicking verses for niggas
Serving chicken for skrilla
To buy some bottles for change
But all the while I’m hurting inside
Tuck in my pride
Knowing I'm ahead of the game, shit
I wrote my best songs on the
Grey hound of the A
Bitch I swear I ate a sandwich a day
I'm talking shit with the junkies
At the race track
Peddling CD's that most niggas ain't played
Gave it for free
Cause most niggas ain't paid
I gotta get heard, take a hit of that herb
I'm high as fuck, asking myself
What good is a win if I take a loss?
There's no answer blow the re-up on a dancer
Down to fuck with money but I'm
To scared to chance her
Hit the DJ booth to get my songs spent
Talking "Just Touched Down" but
My flight got cancelled
With a bottle in my hand
It's pretty much gone
Take a slow sip, tryna pretend that I'm on
With these 'sace shades, buck 50 soakin wet
With the heart of a lion but
My pockets of a wretch
And that's before your favorite rapper
Said he was a vet
I didn't have muscle to pull
I couldn't stretch to the finish line
While you was eating breakfast
It was dinner time for a pro nigga go getter
Young nigga face but the soul of a old nigga
Grew up to be just like my pops and it shows
Nigga rap name fixed
But then there was a whole lot
Of "Who the fuck is this?"
A whole lot of "KIRT's" and
"Who the fuck is KRIS?"
Another acronym that don't stand for shit
And when it comes to names that's
As bad as it gets fast forward ten years
Now who don't know KRIT?
Two albums on the shelf
I beat the sophomore jinx
I lost a few friends over ends
We don't speak
I'm thinking this must be what
God really want for me
Top floor reminiscing, lord I can't sleep
Like, what happens if I close my
Eyes and it's all a dream
And I'm backin that telly
On Martin Luther King
Tryna make a difference
Caught up in my feelings
Lord why they won't listen?
Riding with my partner and he riding dirty
I'm kinda scared
Cause I know he ain't gonna take his charge
He ain't prepared
And he'll have to face that
And I just needed another ride
To the race track
I'm so thankful that them laws
Never pulled us over god took the wheel
Cause neither one of us was sober
Downing bottle after bottle just
To make it better
I survived the worst of it
Now it's KRIT 4eva multi
Never fall, gotta make due
Yea I signed my first deal, wasn't no mill
Barely had a dollar to my name and
I was broke by day two
Doing all types of songs, they were jammin
Don't get me wrong
But my pops was like "J this ain't you"
Now I'm in the 'sip takin trips to B ham
Cause eating off the food in
My grandma's kitchen wouldn't do
I'm talking in the studio
All night mixing from scratch making beats
At the best getting less than
The crack my nigga servin'
Thinking "Where did I go wrong?"
Never should have quit school
I'd probably make more money flipping burgers
Than kicking verses for niggas
Serving chicken for skrilla
To buy some bottles for change
But all the while I’m hurting inside
Tuck in my pride
Knowing I'm ahead of the game, shit
I wrote my best songs on the
Grey hound of the A
Bitch I swear I ate a sandwich a day
I'm talking shit with the junkies
At the race track
Peddling CD's that most niggas ain't played
Gave it for free
Cause most niggas ain't paid
I gotta get heard, take a hit of that herb
I'm high as fuck, asking myself
What good is a win if I take a loss?
There's no answer blow the re-up on a dancer
Down to fuck with money but I'm
To scared to chance her
Hit the DJ booth to get my songs spent
Talking "Just Touched Down" but
My flight got cancelled
With a bottle in my hand
It's pretty much gone
Take a slow sip, tryna pretend that I'm on
With these 'sace shades, buck 50 soakin wet
With the heart of a lion but
My pockets of a wretch
And that's before your favorite rapper
Said he was a vet
I didn't have muscle to pull
I couldn't stretch to the finish line
While you was eating breakfast
It was dinner time for a pro nigga go getter
Young nigga face but the soul of a old nigga
Grew up to be just like my pops and it shows
Nigga rap name fixed
But then there was a whole lot
Of "Who the fuck is this?"
A whole lot of "KIRT's" and
"Who the fuck is KRIS?"
Another acronym that don't stand for shit
And when it comes to names that's
As bad as it gets fast forward ten years
Now who don't know KRIT?
Two albums on the shelf
I beat the sophomore jinx
I lost a few friends over ends
We don't speak
I'm thinking this must be what
God really want for me
Top floor reminiscing, lord I can't sleep
Like, what happens if I close my
Eyes and it's all a dream
And I'm backin that telly
On Martin Luther King
Tryna make a difference
Caught up in my feelings
Lord why they won't listen?
Riding with my partner and he riding dirty
I'm kinda scared
Cause I know he ain't gonna take his charge
He ain't prepared
And he'll have to face that
And I just needed another ride
To the race track
I'm so thankful that them laws
Never pulled us over god took the wheel
Cause neither one of us was sober
Downing bottle after bottle just
To make it better
I survived the worst of it
Now it's KRIT 4eva multi