Lyrics

[Intro – slow, serious tone]
Yeah...
Mi deh pon di plot wid a rake and a plan.
Black Gold buss like a lyrical bomb.
Beds get flip like coin inna hand...
Mi work wid soil like yuh work wid man.
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[Chorus – melodic hook, Mavado-style]
Mash up di beds, mi nah tek rest,
Sun still burn but mi roots well blessed.
Drop dem seeds, mi sow with faith,
Soil so deep like a past mi erase.
Mash up di beds, full control,
Black Gold rise like a king fi di throne.
One mix strong, one blend nice,
Every crop grow like it born fi di life.
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[Verse 1 – Kartel-style flow, sharp lyrics]
Mi throw dung mulch like mi throw big lyrics,
Mi blend so rich, dem tink seh mi spit gimmicks.
Mi bottle dem up like mi bottle dis flow,
Mi hand steady still, when mi wheelbarrow roll.
Fork in di left and mi hose inna right,
Mi spray down bed like mi light up night.
No fraud fertilizer pon mi side,
Black Gold real—dat’s how mi ride.
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[Bridge – stripped back, vibey]
Mi see dem chat online,
But mi deh pon soil wid time.
While dem flex fi style,
Mi cucumber stretch and climb.
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[Chorus – hook returns stronger]
Mash up di beds, mi day start early,
Mi crops dem grow like mi name Di Gully.
Straight from dung—turn that earth,
One likkle bottle change whole net worth.
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[Outro – cool, faded ending]
Mi mash up beds, mi mash up dreams,
From dirt to plate, mi vision clean.
Mi plant dem truth, mi reap mi lane,
Mi Black Gold strong, and mi plot insane.