Big K.R.I.T. - 4PM The Kappa (Freestyle) lyrics

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 gla** 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 sh** when I play The ba** might knock the bumper off anyday Keep the drank in tray put the big by the kay 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 Im sorry for the mix up and scraped off the fake It ain't enough salt to get tossed to k** my chase Creeping like a slug in a slab on the slope But if I do the dash I can keep up with the bose The Race, the Rarries, the Lex and the gold If you ain't riding foreign this some sh** you can't decode I hate to be high siddity but I gotta bid Getting green best show on earth I gotta see it That sh** was supper drastic we reachin in the dashes Throw away the throw away we recycling the plastic Pay my own way buy whatever I imagine The only time a n***a carry me is in a casket Straight off the porch poke my chest our forreal 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 k** these track softly Acrobatic trunk let it flip and let it thump From the ba** out the jump this that Dominique Dawes Run away with it who sang with the dash Olympic gold medal standing up for the cash Im itching for the scratch you would think I had a rash Brought a Betty in the deck had a n***a acting bad In my crooked place all the way to belt weight The way I do it H-Town you would think a n***a stayed All the way to Dallas the 15s you feel it Jamming Big Chuck 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 Then stock J's wear em 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 sh** you just can't sprinkle for the season Some sh** you just can't, you just can't Like dethrone a king and follow me off in the bank Tae bo flow kicking sh** like Billy Blanks Just have the lint brush if I ever were to mank [?] [Hook x2] 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 KRIZZLE 4pm at the Kappa