(Handwriting's on the wall) Yeah, it's on the I'ma keep drinking til they toss me out motherf*cker man
1] Excuse my tone of voice but was just a bad day Label hit me about another single and said I ain't had Since Sh*t, hell they thought that was a regional record anyway But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris because had faith That would take off and it did, guess I was too country to quit I make albums not hits, these rich folks don't about this But that's cool, I'm to that K.R.I.T. Wuz Here Pray to God this was meant for me, a to be my time was near Maybe I'm rapping in vain, maybe this wasn't my Maybe I'm myself, talking 'bout real life instead of the fame How can I change? Shawty I swear I think I'm time On the phone with my like, "I just wanna save some lives" I just want a to ride with the ones I was dealt My might be my downfall, but I ain't asking for help I wear my on my sleeve, don't run into me cuz it bleeds No disrespect to your craft, but I make my own the handwriting.
(The on the wall...) Man the Hennessy do something to a n*gga man that sh*t... I just can't back, you feel me?
2] First quarter got me like boiling with soda in it Drop my project in the pot watch it lock up like in prison Gotta these people wrong that don't see the vision Three nominations, number one on 106, I forgot to mention Two albums minus label support Fired my publicist cuz I forgot what I was him for Drunk til I'm conscious, Johnny tell him put y'all on 3-way immediately Cuz I'm sick of being to and I'm waging war Then I'm going back to and I'm quitting rap that bad cuz when I was poor, hell I was fat and happy Dealing with the critics and the comments got me Like my accent and my tone make it really hard to I was scarred but I was before the politics came Lynching rappers and dropping albums, and em hang I pushed mine back with fear that might just do me the same Cuz I rebel I might get shelved, but that's of the game Hell, the handwriting...
(The on the wall...) Goddamn it's on the wall I take sh*t seriously man This is my life, all I've ever known all I'll ever do and I promise to God I won't let nobody it from me
3] I did it for all of mine and all of Ten deep in the game I'm in I'm to lose if I'm living in sin If I play to win will I make it I'm tired of my heart Lord I just wanna scrape it out the road less traveled, sh*t I just gotta stay the route I the hate and all the betrayal I just gotta phase it out With another shot, better chase it down with a of Crown Put on my tab, yeah I'm doing bad Cuz music's all I've ever known, sh*t, all I've had Tryna say something, tryna do something, tryna be Ain't much time left, I make do, I can't live forever that what makes me me? No smoke and no mirrors And I don't even wear Loc's, so they can see me And you can say that I'm bitter but me if I'm trippin' stick their noses up and talk down on Mississippi Imagine how you'd to know you work hard, and you educated And treat you like you never made it The handwriting...
(The handwriting's on the wall, final curtain's to fall Just ain't no feelings at all, the handwriting, on the wall)