KING PT 5 - Big K.R.I.T.

This go with them triple golds and Vogues that tippie toe

Trunk lips that pucker up, they kiss no mistletoe

I flexed the dash, fishbowled the glass, headrest the screen

Block out the sun, tint ten percent, highbeam my beams

Hakeem my dream, taking off like a rocket

Peep those petty perpetrators always picking for pockets

Played it patient, went from paper plates to paper deposits

Now we praying our people profit 'cause they see how we poppin'

Orville Redenbacher, keep a titty knocker and a pussy popper

Politicking with my playa partners over shrimp and lobster

Master chefing, watch me feed the family, bitch I'm Gordon Ramsay

Sear the salmon, put the lemon squeeze, that's far from Manwich

Recipe for the best of G, was the best on this side

Michelin Star and tuna tartare, bitch it's best you keep out

Of this kitchen, 'member when there was no pot to piss in

Now we like who sayin' South too plain

Elevated, Soulja Boy, nigga we made it

Out the trenches, back when all of my britches had muddy water in them

Now I call the stylist from the island to go and cop the denim

Now the old school pull up like baby hairs on yo' shawty temple

Made rocket science out of flying, that shit super simple

Get the bag, buy the tag and pull up on swangs

Finish yo drank, devil the pot and get on the plane

Hid in the car, shake up the stars and cut up the bang

Fuck with a chick that'll suck on the dick and don't care 'bout a stain

Gotta blot that shit, talking coke and baking soda how I had to lock that shit

Thanos couldn't stop that shit

Even if he snappin', bitch there ain't a multiverse out 'chea that I ain't slabbin'

Actin' bad and on the ave and godly flow and titans clashing

Superseding all the Maddens, couldn't touch down better

I'm fuckin' off in real time, you down bad in the Meta

You so called ballin' all year, ain't no games played on yo' schedule

I'm gettin' top by two bops, I'm all for double headers, that's a win-win

Been king since most of y'all was in high chairs talkin' din din

I chill with my dogs more than The Adventures of Tintin

There ain't a corner from here to the moon that I can't bend bend

This here God gifting, naw you can't blend in