Big K.R.I.T.

Yeah, my creator gave me the gift to create And this mind of mine apply to 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 the world full of temptations can make you feel so incomplete Grow up to 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 that 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's 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 As this vessel of mine breaks down, I know you have never been 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 "4eva is a Mighty Long Time", so where should we begin? On the Southside since I was country bumpkin Bumping out the system, fuck if they don't listen We done came a long way from niggas Throwing CD's 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 Shitting on niggas, my rhyme flow hands Behind 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 paid 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 the Giuseppe 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