Big K.R.I.T. lyrics

by

T.I.


[Verse 1]
Yeah, my creator gave me the gift to create
In this mind of mine and plot our escape
In an atmosphere that wouldn't hold our weight
If I leave from here, I'll call when I'm safe
Knocking on the door, hoping someone answers
Yeah, I call that faith
This mouth of mine has turned down water for wine
I still recall that taste of bittersweet
Like when I realize you'll never be as perfect as the one that invented me
And a world full of temptations can make you feel so incomplete
Grew up to be better than me, go farther than I can go
See farther than I can see
When my days draw to a close, breathe longer than I can breathe
And I'm fine with that
In the event I decide to move forward, what you've done
They can rewind it back
And I'm a proud parent now as I was a proud parent then
I saw you grow up to become the kind of king that I knew you'd always been
Indeed, there's a finish line for me, but for you, there's no end
So, perhaps all that work that has been done was a win
And although my intentions were for good, it still brung us to a sin
But I'll pay for your mistakes as long as this world continues to spin
And as this vessel of mine breaks down, I know you have never bend
I'm sure as Multi is your home, hard times will come again
I set aside a book of rhymes that'll pave the way for now and then
I know forever is a mighty long time—so where should we begin?
[Verse 2]
—On the Southside 'cause I'm a country bumpkin, bumpin' out the system, f*ck if they don't listen
We done came a long way from n*ggas throwing CDs out the window like I made a frisbee
Better than veteran rapper's favorite rappers
Conscious or trappers and I'm Mississippi
Dirty Southern mothaf*cka kicking
Like a red bucket with white top chitlins
sh*ttin' on n*ggas, my rhyme flow
Hands-'hind-back, eyes blind fold
Mind, body, and soul connected to the Most High
Even when times got low
Uhh, look how they hate me, but copy me
Possibly I was the one with components and properties
To be the greatest of all time, but you won geography lottery
So I keep kicking, flipping tables, chosen and favored
f*ck being major when giant is greater
Fortune and fame but you f*ck for the label
Truth is what made me
Settle down, settle down, I was angry but I'm better now
n*ggas talking raising bars, mine amongst the stars
Give it time to level out
If you worried about the flow, I'll make a beat
Write you a hook that you repeat
Even go as far to drop a mixtape that you re-do
Never credit me, separately sold
Slick as Giuseppes on slippery floors
Mop by the buckets that I used to hold
While dreaming of plaques and selling out shows
Multi-alumni forever the fours
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