Giannis Freddie Gibbs & Madlib (Ft. Anderson .Paak)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh, turnt up like Tony juggin' the speaker phones
Fuck Sosa, bitch, I got soldiers and I put my people on
2009, a bitch food stamps what I was eatin' on
Got four-inch quarters, half-nine pieces on my Nokia phone
Squad, diamonds make haters stay on the job
Keepin' a baby .380 with me like Khaled stay with Asahd
Bump that poison poppy seed, the Afghani shit from the mob
You's a cartoon like Flip on the cover of Lucky Charms
Every mornin' I wake up with my daughter, Dora Explorer
Then I get right back to the pot, kitchen stankin', that's potty trainin'
Murder note go to the motherfuckin' plaintiff at my arraignment (Bitch)
Keep the dead oppressors on green paper, fuck bein' famous, nigga

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Vice will come with the fame
Flowers cover the grave
Power, love, and loyalty
Wash me clean today

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Industry got you sleep but bitch I'm woke, I know the Devil
These niggas be fallin' off every day like Ace Hood Rollie bezel
Niggas don't understand
That 360 mean a percentage of every income stream
That record ain't doin' no numbers
You trip on your management and your legal team
Uhh, I done been dropped before
Talked about and wrote off before
Heart on my sleeve and the ATF at my mama door
Mr. Mongol told me, "Freddie, fix up your posture, bro
Walk tall and never show niggas more than they gotta know"
Real G's move in silence like Giannis
My Greek freak, we did a ménage with a friend in St. Thomas
From fifty karats in my pendant to change up the climate
We paint all the whips to cocaine white, decorate the garages
Kane