Big K.R.I.T.
    (专辑: 4eva Is A Mighty Long Time - 2017)
    
    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 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  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?   On the 
Southside 'cause I'm a 
country bumpkin, bumping 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 motherfucker kicking  Like a 
red bucket with white top chitlins  Shitting 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  Uh, 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 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