Big K.R.I.T. - Black Soul lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Krit] A loser I could never be, the bottom I will never see You walk, I bite, you run, I fight, b**h you know my pedigree I cruise 'round with my chick, no Tec on this I put on car shows Well sometimes n***as flex, I keep a stretcher in my car door I work too hard to get caught up in the he say / she say bullsh** Chill, n***as talk lame tryna slander my name cause I f**ed some chick they cool with She smile in your face, but this sh**'s so great, meanin' she love my music Top 5 dead or alive no doubt in her mind, she choose Krit I parle with my partners reminisce on all the broke days Was fiending for a bottle, scraping dollars, praying, hope pays Now it's bourgeois models, baby, swallow up on this rose The last one you expected to be king, Keyser Söze K-R-I-T workin' wheel, swangin' til my tires peel Candy coated raindrops on my whip, and b**h it's so for real M-I crooked letter, ho, who you know do it better folk Put it down for the south, the best The only thing I will settle for [Verse 2: Gilbere Forte] I talked about the plan before I lived it yo Dreaming about this life that everybody thought I'd never know I told my mama, my daddy, ain't want to lose hope So I bottled up the spirit and I let go Me and Raaks spent the summer making dreams off the kitchen floor Folded up mattress for a seat, tryna mix the flow 16th and Willington, the Temple, that's what we represent Whoever thought that we would meet the f**in President? And this is only half of what God meant He gave me vision and a voice to tell the world This living is not an option and dying is only a wish Baiting out my heart for the world to go fish Cause we living on the land where the richest man is the sh** Only the wisest ones are struggling to make sense So I'm breaking every dollar for my soul to change this The greatest rapper would be living if ya resurrected this [Hook] x 2 Cause we gon work, work Cause we gon work, work Cause we gon work, work Cause we gon work, work Cause we gon work, work Cause we gon work, work Cause we gon work, work (Keepin' that black soul alive) [Verse 3: Gilbere Forte] 24 years old Sold everything just for angels to tell me give em more Feel like I'm from another planet somewhere that NASA know I rap about everything that you went to cla** for College graduation high stakes you keep a n***a low Too many unfinished miseries for me to support 3 months after 87 Dreams I was out the door New York, the city where we go big I left my old contacts and my Blackberry at the crib Any moment I'mma make it I don't owe a n***a sh** I told Raak we gon do it and touch the f**ing world In any way we never knew it, the only way to prove it No money off this music til the future bring us to it So keep your head high, watching God get us through it Settin' goals to tell a story that God ain't finish paging Proofreadin' his glory of amazement, amazing!