Big K.R.I.T.

[Verse 1]

Yeah, my creator gave me the gift to create

In this mind of mine and plot our escape

In an atmosphere that wouldn't hold our weight

If I leave from here, I'll call when I'm safe

Knocking on the door, hoping someone answers

Yeah, I call that faith

This mouth of mine has turned down water for wine

I still recall that taste of bittersweet

Like when I realize you'll never be as perfect as the one that invented me

And a world full of temptations can make you feel so incomplete

Grew up to be better than me, go farther than I can go

See farther than I can see

When my days draw to a close, breathe longer than I can breathe

And I'm fine with that

In the event I decide to move forward, what you've done

They can rewind it back

And I'm a proud parent now as I was a proud parent then

I saw you grow up to become the kind of king that I knew you'd always been

Indeed, there's a finish line for me, but for you, there's no end

So, perhaps all that work that has been done was a win

And although my intentions were for good, it still brung us to a sin

But I'll pay for your mistakes as long as this world continues to spin

And as this vessel of mine breaks down, I know you have never bend

I'm sure as Multi is your home, hard times will come again

I set aside a book of rhymes that'll pave the way for now and then

I know forever is a mighty long time—so where should we begin?

[Verse 2]

—On the Southside 'cause I'm a country bumpkin, bumpin' out the system, fuck if they don't listen

We done came a long way from niggas throwing CDs out the window like I made a frisbee

Better than veteran rapper's favorite rappers

Conscious or trappers and I'm Mississippi

Dirty Southern mothafucka kicking

Like a red bucket with white top chitlins

Shittin' on niggas, my rhyme flow

Hands-'hind-back, eyes blind fold

Mind, body, and soul connected to the Most High

Even when times got low

Uhh, look how they hate me, but copy me

Possibly I was the one with components and properties

To be the greatest of all time, but you won geography lottery

So I keep kicking, flipping tables, chosen and favored

Fuck being major when giant is greater

Fortune and fame but you fuck for the label

Truth is what made me

Settle down, settle down, I was angry but I'm better now

Niggas talking raising bars, mine amongst the stars

Give it time to level out

If you worried about the flow, I'll make a beat

Write you a hook that you repeat

Even go as far to drop a mixtape that you re-do

Never credit me, separately sold

Slick as Giuseppes on slippery floors

Mop by the buckets that I used to hold

While dreaming of plaques and selling out shows

Multi-alumni forever the fours