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

Aye, man, chapter one like that Chapter one like Chapter one Let me die just to see my name on the wall Never fall, gotta make due Yea I signed my first deal, wasn't no mill Barely had a dollar to my name and I was broke by day two Doing all types of songs, they were jammin, don't get me wrong But my pops was like "J this ain't you" Now I'm in the 'sip take a trip to B-Ham Cause eating off the food in my grandma's kitchen wouldn't do I'm talking in the studio All night mixing from scratch Making beats, at the best getting less than the crack my n***a servin' Thinking "Where did I go wrong?" Never should have quit school I'd probably make more money flipping burgers Than kicking verses for n***as serving chicken for skrilla To buy some bottles for change But all the while I'm hurting inside, tucking my pride Knowing I'm ahead of the game, sh** I wrote my best songs on the grey hound of the A b**h I swear I ate a sandwich a day I'm talking sh** with the junkies at the race track Pedaling CD's that most n***as ain't played Gave it for free, cause most n***as ain't paid I gotta get heard, take a hit of that herb, my n***a pinchin' off I'm high as f**, 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 f** for money but I'm to scared to chance her Hit the DJ booth to get my songs spint 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 these 'sace shades, buck 50 soakin wet, With the heart of a lion but my pockets of a wretch And that's before your favorite rapper said he was a vet I didn't have muscle to pull I couldn't stretch to the finish line While you was eating breakfast it was dinner time For a pro n***a go getter Young n***a face but the soul of a old n***a Grew up to be just like my pops and it shows, n***a Rap name fixed But then there was a whole lot of "Who the f** is this?" A whole lot of cursing: "Who the f** is KRIT?" Another acronym that don't stand for sh** And when it comes to names that's as bad as it gets Fast forward ten years, now who don't know KRIT? Two albums on the shelf, I beat the soph*more jinx I lost a few friends over ends, we don't speak I'm thinking this must be what God really want for me Top floor reminiscing, lord I can't sleep Like, what happens if I close my eyes and it's all a dream And I'm backin that telly on Martin Luther King Tryna make a difference Caught up in my feelings, lord why they won't listen? Riding with my partner and he riding dirty I'm kinda 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 another 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 Downing bottle after bottle just to make it better I survived the worst of it, now it's KRIT 4eva Multi