Big K.R.I.T. - At the Kappa lyrics

Living life like it's 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 teeths
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 thе Big by the K
Don’t be fronting on my name
You can’t livе 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 then
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 boats
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 out 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 it's 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 it's 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