At The Kappa - Big K.R.I.T.

Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa

Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters

Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters

Balling in the mix from here and thereafter

Wrote another chapter bout climbing up the ladder

Got glass on the dash I just hope it don’t shatter

Into pieces, diamond in the gold in the teefis

Accent the features, pants with the creases, prestigious

With that player shit when I play

The bass might knock the bumper off any day

Keep the drank in tray, put the Big by the K

Don’t be fronting on my name, you can’t live where I stay

You don’t pay what I pay to get the Kobe filet

You prolly thinking Lakers I was talking bout steak

It’s marble on the plate, crustaceans on the way

Got tired of catching shrimp, so I mixed up the bait

I mixed up the batter, then I baked up the cake

I chopped up the slices and scraped off the flake

I’m sorry for the mix-up, man, scraped off the fake

It ain’t enough salt to get tossed to kill my chase

Creeping like a slug in a slab on a slope

But if I do the dash I can keep up with the bose

The Wraiths, the Rarries, the Lex and the Ghost

If you ain’t riding foreign this some shit you can’t decode

I hate to be high sadity, but I gotta be it

Getting green, best show on earth, I gotta see it

That shit was super drastic, we reachin' in the dashes

Throw away the throwaway we recycling the plastic

Pay my own way, buy whatever I imagine

The only time a nigga carry me is in a casket

Straight off the porch, poke my chest our for real

Fell out the womb prolly showing my grill

Sipped on the syrup before I started coughin'

Prolly hit the southside before I started walking

Knew about eat eat before I started talking

Balling up my fist trying to keep these haters off me

Crucifix charm the only thing that could cross me

Lauryn Hill flow had to kill these track softly

Acrobatic trunk, let it flip and let it thump

From the bass out the jump that’s that Dominique Dawes

Run away with it Usain with the dash

Olympic gold medal standing up for the cash

I’m itching for the scratch you would think I had a rash

Barre Baby in the deck had a nigga acting bad

In my crooked plates all the way to Beltway

The way I do it H-Town you think a nigga stayed

All the way to Dallas, the 15s you feel it

Jamming Big Tuck talking southside the realest

I was born with the gumpshun, you wouldn’t know where to get it

Turn anger into green you can call me Bill Bixby

Hulk with the grind and the hustle’s incredible

Order the expensive bottle even if it’s terrible

Deadstock J’s I’m wearin', they ain’t even wearable

The rhyme show the time and the chime like a parable

Practice what I preach grab the bib for a freak

Let her gobble on my meat till I bust in her cheek

Then it’s back on the creep for the fetty and the gwalla

Groundhog Day do it all over tomorrow

Might catch a plane and get fly for no reason

Cuz some shit you just can’t sprinkle for the season

Some shit you just can’t, you just can’t

Like dethrone a king and follow me off in the bank

Tae bo flow kick that shit like Billy Blanks

Just have the lint brush if I ever wear the mink

Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa

Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters

Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters

Balling in the mix from here and thereafter

Living life like its 4PM at the Kappa

Word to Slim Thug on four Swangas and adapters

Shine on my vessel got my statue in the rafters

Balling in the mix from here and thereafter