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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 pursure 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, a 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, 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
Should've took you out the hood, but I was a fool
Now I'm the one missing you
Feel like I'm over the moon, 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 a Onik'
Menage a 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 f*ck with me
Still don't know why she subbin' me
Ain't hit that ho 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 f*ck with me, I won't think twice I'ma let you leave
Gotta call 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 f*ck, just look at me
Hope everybody proud of me
I'm the Golden Child, this Chapter Three
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