Nick Grant - Save the Trilldren Lyrics
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    [Verse 1: Nick Grant]
    Uh, mind your business, bitch get out the way
    That nigga eating like God is great, I gotta say
    They watered down boy, I pull the flowers out the vase
    You either frowning at life or smiling at your wake
    Big face hundreds, I'm thinking Tyra Banks
    Moving dust for the bread, who ordered powder cake
    She say "Meet me at the altar," wait I gotta change
    She tryna show me the light, we share a common pain
    Uh, you love me, but baby what would you do for love
    Flow tight as a groupie hug, you knew what's up
    This is paradise, I live a rare life
    I want my style back, cause you don't wear it right
    This .40 cal with me, I'm on a dairy diet
    A diamond in the rough, I went to Jared, right?
    Throwing bodies in trunks, know they ain't sparing life
    Man these nigga too pussy, they like a pair of dykes
    Yikes, bumping Anita Baker
    Slumped in my seat while she doming 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, now they need 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 everyday is like Revelations
    I represent for them niggas dreaming that never made it
    Aye yo, they saying we got next though, go tell the neighbors
    Peep how I chef this shit up, baby go set the table
    They did us dirty, we paid them back - that's reparations
    Nigga I'm speeding through life, this shit is Talladega
    Check the scoreboard playa, we running up this paper
    Boy 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
    I'm quick to spot a op like a stain on a suit
    My life is under construction like trees on a boot
    This shit is over, tell a fat lady sing the blues
    Lay you under a cold stone for trying to get the scoop
    I'm the truth nigga, this is audio Mona Lisa
    I burn this shit like cardio, promise you I'mma freak her
    Kidnap the princess, Mario hide your diva
    Kicking shit around these parts, they robbing you for ya sneakers
    Every line is murder shit, how is this not illegal
    Going dead on you fucks, she fondle me while I'm sleeping
    Shit, I'm off the deep end, uh, 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 head my hunger, the illest in this genre
    Ain't talking back to momma, so ain't no need to mumble
    Ain't acting out in church, but still I keep the thumper
    Only one taking life, just know I weave the punches
    Ok, I want the numbers, but I don't need the numbers
    I keep it funky with my circle like I'm eating Funyuns
    Leave the jungle just to comeback and feed the jungle
    And save the children, nigga

    [Outro: BJ the Chicago Kid]


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