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The
blacker
the
berry,
the
sweeter
the
juice
I
light
up
the
mood
in
the
room
Call
the
connect
like
give
me
the
loot
I
really
be
sick
it's
a
flu
Flower
child,
you
see
how
I'm
blooming
My
ragga
on
blues,
he's
sad
and
gloomy
You
hear
the
shit
we
cooking
in
the
cocoon
Straight
out
the
bando
I'm
booming
Come
for
sport,
I'm
doing
track
and
fields
Voices
in
my
head,
I'm
the
voice
of
the
streets
And
I
talk
my
shit
I
got
girls
from
the
gully
that
listen
to
my
music
And
bump
my
shit
I
like
me
nerdy
thing
on
a
4 eye
P
You
know
them
sexy
ones
Them
ones
that
love
to
talk
about
astrology
You
know
she
got
her
gym
membership
YouTube
channel
subscribers
Another
one
love
vagina,
she
just
my
friend
no
strings
She
loves
to
party
with
me
in
the
studio
When
I'm
rapping
on
drums
and
synths
Bad
man
Riddim
Come
to
the
ends
you'll
see
a
bad
man
living
Big
man
thing
here
some
bad
man
pikin
In
the
belly
of
the
beast
another
bad
man
kicking
Bad
man
Riddim
Bad
man
Riddim
Come
to
the
ends
you'll
see
a
bad
man
living
Big
man
thing
here
some
bad
man
pikin
In
the
belly
of
the
beast
another
bad
man
kicking
Bad
man
Riddim
Real
nigga
shit,
in
the
fields
nigga
shit
Cotton
picking,
blisters
on
my
fingers
nigga
shit
Pops
a
deadbeat,
my
ex
calls
me
a
piece
of
shit
My
opinions
are
valid
even
if
I
choose
not
to
speak
on
shit
That
relationship
was
a
sinking
ship
I've
been
down
bad
before
but
that
was
just
a
new
abyss
Now
I'm
bout
my
greens
like
an
herbivore
Light
keep
shinning
that's
photosynthesis
on
all
my
businesses
All
I
do
is
win
Bad
man
Riddim
Come
to
the
ends
you'll
see
a
bad
man
living
Big
man
thing
here
some
bad
man
pikin
In
the
belly
of
the
beast
another
bad
man
kicking
Bad
man
Riddim
Bad
man
Riddim
Come
to
the
ends
you'll
see
a
bad
man
living
Big
man
thing
here
some
bad
man
pikin
In
the
belly
of
the
beast
another
bad
man
kicking
Bad
man
Riddim
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