Flat Tummy Tea (Explicit)

Freddie Gibbs、Madlib - Flat Tummy Tea (Explicit)

Written by：Freddie Gibbs、Madlib、Ben “Lambo” Lambert 、1 more

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 n**ga flexin' VVS every stone in the chain

Gold body my jeweler he black mummy me

I be all in these b**ches' stomach like flat tummy tea

Crackers came to Africa ravaged raffled and rummaged me

America was the name of they f**kin' company

Stackin' n**gas like cargo over and under me

Pick cotton bails and the coca leaf off the money tree

N**gas 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 n**gas'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

N**gas that I f**ked with went on hiatus so I decided

I should make a couple decisions like Sean made

A couple Jhené Aiko-lookin' h**s in the Sprinter thing

They f**kin' with the Kane

Black n**ga jack tripper pack flipper

Step out the kitchen and step in the booth

And drop heat on these rap n**gas

Without a cosign you probably be fillin' my grocery bag n**ga

Poison flow I send opponents from riches to rags n**ga

Gangsta Kane

Gold body my jeweler he black mummy me

I be all in these b**ches' stomach like flat tummy tea

Crackers came to Africa ravaged raffled and rummaged me

America was the name of they f**kin' company

Gold body my jeweler he black mummy me

I be all in these b**ches' stomach like flat tummy tea

Crackers come to Africa ravaged raffled and rummaged me

America was the name of they f**kin' company Kane

Uh chain give me whiplash my neck glass

Shave a lil tax off the package pay my connect fast

Bellagio with quatro h**s stack like connect 4s

N**gas don't own no land or fine art

But got all the retros

Obama can't make the law retroactive what the f**k happened

Congress c**k-blockin' n**gas 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 f**ked 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 master 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

Supreme mathematics I'm on the right course yeah

Took the sword and knocked white Jesus off of that white horse

Yeah

My n**ga I'm on the right course for sure

Took the sword and knocked white Jesus off of that white horse

Uh-huh

F**k spike he mostly show malcolm on coke and white wh**es

F**k spike

Did the s**t

So he can get fundin' up from them white boys

White girl magic c**aine the white wh**es yeah

I was in Joliet serving h**oin 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

Damn somebody callin' me f**k

Damn I hate when people do that

Let me put my phone on airplane mode

Let me do that over