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Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Flat Tummy Tea

Flat Tummy Tea
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib
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[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh, I beat the pot like Joseph beat Mike and Jermaine,
One came out light, one came out dark but they smokin' the same,
I break a 50 on blunts and give my smoker the change,
That nigga flexin', VVS every stone in the chain.
Gold body, my jeweler, he black mummy me,
I be all in these bitches' stomach like Flat Tummy Tea,
Crackers came to Africa, ravaged, raffled, and rummaged me,
America was the name of they fuckin' company.
Stackin' niggas like cargo over and under me,
Pick cotton bails and the coca leaf off the money tree,
Niggas won't let you live in peace but love to see you rest in peace,
Broke and poppin' and drinkin' on the rest, they got the best of me,
I'm choppin' it up on the table, 'cause there wasn't no label gon' invest in me,
These niggas'll ride your wave and wouldn't go sit that time in the fed with me.
Eventually, when I got indicted, I took a minus,
Niggas that I fucked with went on hiatus so I decided
I should make a couple decisions like Sean made,
I'm feedin' Jhené Aiko-lookin' hoes in the Sprinter thing.
(They fuckin' with the Kane)
Black nigga, Jack Tripper, pack flipper,
Step out the kitchen and step in the booth and drop heat on these rap niggas,
Without a cosign, you probably be fillin' my grocery bag, nigga,
Poison flow, I send the POTUS from riches to rags, nigga!
(Gangsta Kane)

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Gold body, my jeweler, he black mummy me,
I be all in these bitches' stomach like Flat Tummy Tea,
Crackers came to Africa, ravaged, raffled, and rummaged me,
America was the name of they fuckin' company.
Gold body, my jeweler, he black mummy me,
I be all in these bitches' stomach like Flat Tummy Tea,
Crackers came to Africa, ravaged, raffled, and rummaged me,
America was the name of they fuckin' company. (Kane)

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh, chain give me whiplash, my neck glass,
Shave a lil' tax off the package, pay my connect fast,
Bellagio with quatro hoes, stack like Connect 4s,
Niggas don't own no land or fine art but got all the retros.
Obama can't make the law retroactive, what the fuck happened?
Congress cock-blockin' niggas from comin' home to they family,
If you lucky, when he left out of office,
You got a pardon, overtime cut,
Soft or that hard, you fucked up regardless, made my mind up,
Then incarceration my destination, I would wind up,
Addicted to medication, just poured another line up,
Overdosed with a styrofoam cup, how they gon' find us,
Slave movies every year, yeah, the massa gon' remind us.
If we don't take it, we don't deserve it back, (Yeah)
And six-thousand years done ran up, the kings of the earth is back, (Earth is back)
Supreme mathematics, I'm on the right course, (Yeah)
Took the sword and knocked white Jesus off of that white horse. (Yeah)
Yeah, my nigga, I'm on the right course, (For sure)
Took the sword and knocked white Jesus off of that white horse, (Uh-huh)
Fuck Spike, he mostly show Malcolm on coke and white whores, (Fuck Spike)
Did the shit so he can get fundin' up from them white boys.
White girl magic, cocaine, the white whores, (Yeah)
I was in Joliet serving heroin to them white boys, (Yeah)
Top five rapper alive and that's on Vice Lord,
Took the sword and knocked white Jesus off of that white horse.

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
Damn, somebody callin' me, fuck!
Damn, I hate when people do that! Let me put my phone on airplane mode, let me do that over.

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