Handwriting Lyrics - 4 Eva N A Day - Big K.r.i.t.

(Handwriting's on the wall) 

Yeah, it's on the wall 

I'ma keep drinking til they toss me out this motherf*cker man 

[Verse 1] 

Excuse my tone of voice but today was just a bad day 

Label hit me about another single and said I ain't had play 

Since Country Sh*t, hell they thought that was a regional record anyway 

But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris because they had faith 

That 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 about this 

But that's cool, I'm back to that K.R.I.T. Wuz Here 

Pray to God this was meant for me, a king to be 

Hoping my time was near 

Maybe I'm rapping in vain, maybe this wasn't my lane 

Maybe I'm hurting myself, talking 'bout real life instead of the fame 

How can I change? Shawty I swear I think I'm wasting time 

On the phone with my pops like, "I just wanna save some lives" 

I just want a deuce to ride with the ones I was dealt 

My pride might be my downfall, but I ain't asking for help 

I wear my heart on my sleeve, don't run into me cuz it bleeds 

No disrespect to your craft, but I make my own beats 

Sh*t the handwriting. 

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(The handwriting's on the wall...) 

Man the Hennessy do something to a n*gga man sometimes that sh*t... 

I just can't hold back, you feel me? 

[Verse 2] 

First quarter got me like boiling water with soda in it 

Drop my project in the pot watch it lock up like those in prison 

Gotta prove these people wrong that don't see the vision 

Three nominations, number one on 106, hell I forgot to mention 

Two free albums minus label support 

Fired my publicist cuz I forgot what I was paying him for 

Drunk til I'm barely conscious, 

call Johnny tell him put y'all on 3-way immediately 

Cuz I'm sick of being lied to and I'm waging war 

Then I'm going back to Sippi-land and I'm quitting rap 

Ain't that bad cuz when I was poor, hell I was fat and happy 

Dealing with the critics and the comments got me trippin' 

Like my accent and my tone make it really hard to listen 

I was scarred but I was driven before the politics came 

Lynching rappers and dropping albums, and watching em hang 

I pushed mine back with fear that they might just do me the same 

Cuz I rebel I might get shelved, but that's part of the game 

Hell, the handwriting... 

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(The handwriting's on the wall...) 

Goddamn right it's on the wall 

I take this sh*t seriously man 

This is my life, this all I've ever known 

This all I'll ever do and I promise to God I won't 

let nobody take it from me 

[Verse 3] 

I did it for all of mine and all of yours 

Ten toes deep in the game I'm in 

I'm bound to lose if I'm living in sin 

If I play to win will I make it out? 

I'm tired of feeling my heart Lord I just wanna scrape it out 

This the road less traveled, sh*t I just gotta stay the route 

I hear the hate and all the betrayal I just gotta phase it out 

With another shot, better chase it down with a glass of Crown 

Put that on my tab, yeah I'm doing bad 

Cuz music's all I've ever known, sh*t, all I've ever had 

Tryna say something, tryna do something, tryna be better 

Ain't much time left, I gotta make do, I can't live forever 

Ain't that what makes me me? No smoke and no mirrors 

And I don't even wear Loc's, so they can see me clear 

And you can say that I'm bitter but tell me if I'm trippin' 

They stick their noses up and talk down on Mississippi 

Imagine how you'd feel to know you work hard, and you educated 

And they treat you like you never made it 

The handwriting... 

(The handwriting's on the wall, final curtain's about to fall 

Just ain't no feelings left at all, 

the handwriting, handwriting's on the wall)