BIG K.R.I.T. - K.R.I.T. 4eva (Chapter One) lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Aye, man, chapter one like that

Chapter one like

Chapter one

(Verse)

Lemme die just to see my name on the wall

Neva fall, gotta make due

Y'all saw my first deal, t'was a no meal

Barely had a dolla to my name and I was broke that day too

Doin' all type of songs, they were jammin', don't get me wrong

But my pops was like 'Jay, this ain't you'

Nah'Imean, the sip take a trip to b-have

Cuz eatin' all the food in my grandma kitchen wadn'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 flippin' burgers

Than kickin' verses fo' niggas servin' chicken fo' skrilla

To buy some bottles fo' change

But on the while I'm hurtin' inside, tucking my pride

Knowin' 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

Pedaling CD's that most niggas ain't played

Gave it fo' 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 Versace shades, buck 50 soakin wet, with the heart of a lion but my pockets of a wretch

And that's befo' yo favorite rappa said he was a vet

I didn't have muscle to pull

I couldn't stretch to the finish line

While ya was eatin' breakfast it was dinner time

Fo' a pro nigga gold 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 Vit, back then there was a whole lot of 'who the fuck is this?'

A whole lotta cursing 'who the fuck is KRIT?'

Anotha acronym that don't stand fo' shit

And when it comes to names that's as bad as it get

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 thinkin' this must be what God really want fo' me

Top floor reminiscin', Lawd I can't sleep

Like, what happens if I close my eyes and it's all a dream

And I'm backing that telly on Martin Luther King

Tryin' to make a difference

Caught up in my feelings, lord why they won't listen?

Ridin' with my partner and he ridin' dirty

I'm kind of 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 anotha 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

Downin' bottle after bottle just to make it betta

I survived the worst of it, now it's KRIT 4eva