Flat Tummy Tea

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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 jewelerHhe 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)
 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 come to Africa, ravaged, raffled, and rummaged me
 America was the name of they fuckin' company (Kane)
 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 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
 (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
 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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Duration
02:34
Key
9
Tempo
92 BPM

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