“Save The Trilldren”

Produced by Mars
Explicit Lyrics

Mind your business bitch get out the way
That nigga eating like god is great I gotta say
They water down boy I pull the flowers out the vase
You either frownin at life or smiling at your wake
Okay, big face hundreds I’m thinking Tyra Banks
Moving dust for the bread who ordered powdered cakes
She say meet me at the alter wait I gotta change
She tryna show me the light we share a common pain
You love me but baby what you do for love
Flow tight as a groupie hug, you knew what’s up
This is paradise, I live a weird life
I want my style back, cause you don’t wear it right
This 40 cow with me, I’m on a dairy diet
A diamond in the rough I went the Jared right
Throwing bodies in trunks, no they ain’t sparring life
Man these niggas too pussy, they like a pair of dykes
Yikes, bumpin’ Anita Baker
Slumped in my seat while she domin’ me and proceed to taste it
My nigga hit me ‘bout a lick I told him keep it tasteful
Aye they was blunt with a nigga, but now they meet the vapors
I got the feature from Khaled shit I’m forever grateful
I’m in the ghetto like nana pudding vanilla wafers
I’m from the ghetto where every day is like revelations
I represent for them niggas dreaming that never made it
Ayo they saying we got next though, go tell the neighbors
Peep how I chef this shit up baby go set the table
The did us dirty, we paid em back that’s reparations
Nigga I’m speeding through life, this shit is Talladega
Check the scoreboard player, we running up this paper
Boy it been a blowout I feel like Angie Davis
Wings on the coupe, flames under spoon
All you new niggas looking like fiends on the loose
Quick to spot a opp like a stain on a suit
My life is under construction like trees on a boot
This shit is over tell the fat lady sing the blues
Lay you under a cold stone for tryna get the scoop
I’m the truth nigga, this is audio Mona Lisa
I burn this shit like cardio, promise ya I’ma freak her
Kidnap the princess Mario hide the diva
Kicking shit around these parts they robbing you for your sneakers
Every line is murder shit how is this not illegal
Going dead on you fuck she fondle me while I’m sleeping
Shit, I’m off the deep end, no I don’t seek trends
Cause all that shit that you talking ‘bout is beneath him
Well alright, bumping that Stevie Wonder
People take heed my hunger, the illest in this genre,
Ain’t talking back to mama, so ain’t no need to mumble
Ain’t acting out in church, but still I keep the thumper
Only one take in life, just know I weave the punches
Okay I want the numbers, but I don’t need the numbers
I keep it funk with my circle like I’m eating FUNYUNS
Leave the jungle just to come back and feed the jungle
Save the trilldren nigga!

[BJ The Chicago Kid – Outro]
Yeah, oh oh, oh oh….