Letras
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