(Handwriting's on the wall) Yeah, it's on the I'ma keep til they toss me out this motherf*cker man
1] Excuse my of voice but today was just a bad day Label hit me about another single and said I ain't had Since Country Sh*t, hell they that was a regional record anyway But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris because they had sh*t would take off and it did, guess I was too country to quit I make albums not hits, these rich folks don't know this But cool, I'm back to that K.R.I.T. Wuz Here Pray to God this was for me, a king to be Hoping my time was I'm rapping in vain, maybe this wasn't my lane Maybe I'm hurting myself, talking 'bout real life instead of the How can I change? Shawty I swear I think I'm time On the with my pops like, "I just wanna save some lives" I just want a deuce to ride the ones I was dealt My pride might be my downfall, but I asking for help I my heart on my sleeve, don't run into me cuz it bleeds No disrespect to your craft, but I my own beats the handwriting.
(The on the wall...) Man the do something to a n*gga man sometimes that sh*t... I just can't back, you feel me?
2] First quarter got me like water with soda in it Drop my in the pot watch it lock up like those in prison Gotta these people wrong that don't see the vision Three nominations, number one on 106, hell I forgot to Two albums minus label support Fired my publicist cuz I forgot I was paying him for Drunk til I'm conscious, call tell him put y'all on 3-way immediately Cuz I'm of being lied to and I'm waging war Then I'm going back to and I'm quitting rap Ain't that bad cuz I was poor, hell I was fat and happy Dealing the critics and the comments got me trippin' my accent and my tone make it really hard to listen I was scarred but I was driven before the came rappers and dropping albums, and watching em hang I pushed mine back with that they might just do me the same Cuz I rebel I get shelved, but that's part of the game Hell, the handwriting...
(The on the wall...) Goddamn right it's on the I this sh*t seriously man This is my life, this all I've ever This all I'll ever do and I to God I won't let nobody take it me
3] I did it for all of and all of yours Ten deep in the game I'm in I'm to lose if I'm living in sin If I play to win I make it out? I'm tired of my heart Lord I just wanna scrape it out This the road traveled, sh*t I just gotta stay the route I hear the hate and all the betrayal I just gotta it out With another shot, better chase it down a glass of Crown Put on my tab, yeah I'm doing bad Cuz music's all ever known, sh*t, all I've ever had Tryna say something, do something, tryna be better Ain't much time left, I make do, I can't live forever Ain't what makes me me? No smoke and no mirrors And I don't even Loc's, so they can see me clear And you can say that I'm bitter but me if I'm trippin' They stick their noses up and talk on Mississippi Imagine how you'd feel to know you hard, and you educated And they treat you like you made it The handwriting...
(The handwriting's on the wall, final curtain's about to Just no feelings left at all, the handwriting, on the wall)