God's Child!

Okay class, open up your books and turn to chapter three Put your guy in the sky, put stars on the roof VV my wrist and my tooth Bro get high as a kite, two lines in the juice He wanna hang, grab a noose I'm just speaking my truth, you know how I do That bitch, she know how I move I ain't got nothing to prove, I got something to lose Ain't shit to me, I'ma shoot Ten hours straight in the booth, I come straight from the booth Now it's time to hang with your boo Fuckin' his bae in his booth and she made the move Hoes gon' be hoes, that's the truth Bitch, I'm a god to the youth, I help 'em pursue Whatever it is they wan' do No, it ain't up for dispute, it ain't nothin' to assume It is what it is, it's the truth Two thousand just for the puffer, Canadian Goose Need a Moncleezy or two I don't think she get the clue, I feel like Baby Fewch I spent a knot on some shoes I take my time with the tunes, young nigga like Tunech' I just be keeping it cool I know she hate what I do, she might think that I'm rude I'm just being honest with you I feel like God in the room (whoa), he speak to me too Wonder if he speaking to you Used to watch, now I make the music, I learned it from you Wish there was more we could do Shoulda took you out the hood, but I was a fool Now I'm the one missing you Feel like I'm over the moon, and I'm proud of it too I hope that I never lose Niggas creepin', better have your heat Better watch your feet, go grab your cleats She got that fire, I need a piece That pussy tight, my pockets obese She get real sloppy, my money neat Evisu jeans don't got a crease I pray before I go to sleep I buy a new gun every week I still ain't get to see my niece I hope my brother soul at peace We get shit poppin' like some grease We tryna tag his T-O-E My bitch, a Barbie like Onik' Ménage à trois, that's two for me No, I don't want to go to sleep I'm tryna' throw him in the creek I don't want no one, I just want peace Only one I miss, probably Cyree I don't know this bitch, she don't bring me peace She get on my nerves, could barely sleep I hope she fucked up without me I'ma die alone, I'ma keep it street I know that's why they fuck with me Still don't know why she subbin' me Ain't hit that hoe since 2019 Remember she was dubbin' me Deep down, I still want my Helene But I don't think that she want me I can't even lie, I miss Kiki But I know I'm wrong, I'ma let her be If you don't wanna fuck with me I won't think twice, I'ma let you leave Gotta call my mama, I miss you, T We ain't been seeing eye to eye this week I talk to Pops like every week I know he see himself in me I'm who these niggas wanna be I'm who these bitches wanna meet I'm who I thought I'd always be Like, what the fuck, just look at me Hope everybody proud of me I'm the Golden Child, this chapter three