Kay Diamond & Special K - Intro

Special K man they call me the goat
I be flipping pack you know the load
My niggas coming in straight of the boat
Dripping, drowning, man I need me a coat
My wrist stay cold 'till I hit the stove
Influenza help my diamonds stay cold
Man I got a team better than f4
Does your plug pull up in ufo

I pray to one God because I'm a Christian
CEO status I make deciscions
Money flying in looking like pigeons
My whole life, I had to get it
I don't freestyle, my stories are written
Hope to God that I never see prison
He's given me life, I have a vison
I don't need fame man I want the riches

Pussy niggas man they stay, dissing
Real niggas only make, millions
I smoke weed, you just stay, tripping
I sip lean man I have a good feeling
My house too hot, ice keep me chilling
Your girl she a hoe, we don't be kissing
My diamonds they bright, also be glistening
I got puppets cooking up in my kitchen
Money falling from on top of the ceiling
I ain't a blood might have your girl cripping
Only fake rappers be dissing
Too much money, I'm a magician
Counting racks like a mathematician
Slumped in class 'till I heard of addition
Fiending money needs to be a condition
Otherwise imma die of this sickness

Rip to 4 man, he done got lacking
Had yo girl in the back end, and I was attacking
Racks in the air cause I'm hot like a dragon
Now you niggas mad cause them racks keep stacking
There's no going back cause they didn't learn subtraction
People getting mad cause they know K snapping
Man I'm doing me but you'll never catch me lacking
But you'll never catch me lacking

Special K man they call me the goat
I be flipping pack you know the load
My niggas coming in straight of the boat
Dripping, drowning, man I need me a coat
My wrist stay cold 'till I hit the stove
Influenza help my diamonds stay cold
Man I got a team better than f4
Does your plug pull up in ufo

I pray to one God because I'm a Christian
CEO status I make deciscions
Money flying in looking like pigeons
My whole life, I had to get it
I don't freestyle, my stories are written
Hope to God that I never see prison
He's given me life, I have a vison
I don't need fame man I want the riches

Pussy niggas man they stay, dissing
Real niggas only make, millions
I smoke weed, you just stay, tripping
I sip lean man I have a good feeling
My house too hot, ice keep me chilling
Your girl she a hoe, we don't be kissing
My diamonds they bright, also be glistening
I got puppets cooking up in my kitchen

Written by:
Kelvin Bempah

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