Correction Paroles God's Child par Autumn!

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[Intro]
Okay class, open up your books and turn to chapter three

[Verse]
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 nothin' to prove, I got somethin' to lose, ain't shit to me, I'ma shoot (Woah)
Ten hours straight in the booth, I come straight from the boot, no time to hang with you, boo
Fuckin' his bae and his boo and she made the move, hoes gon' be hoes, that's the truth
Bitch, I'm a guide 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 thе truth
Two thousand just for the puffer, Canadian Goose, need a Moncleezy or two
I don't think shе 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 keepin' it cool
I know she hate what I do, she might think that I'm rude, I'm just bein' 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 it 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 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 wanna 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 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 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

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