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Sis..
I hope they don't follow me to the gates
Prayin to God before I wake
Eat up fancy, bev' with the steak
A lot of niggas Eye'in on my plate

Hey
This is run away slave music
You don't need no bass to it
Seen a harsh ware , put my phase through it
Ease into the struggle while I age through it
Weiss'ly, the lake moving
Lot of women hate Rueben
Lot of them just love to scan
Niggas can't see the education that'll come with it
Niggas respect the God from a place full of bars
He was making it hard we been away from the stars
They find a place in the dark
There's no replacing my heart
There's a vase and the shards
And my voice is my heart ; Instrument
And my body be the case of my guitar
Press said I ain't rappin' right
Recovering my appetite
Niggas play a different role
Homie we don't act alike
Before you try to dap up MIKE
Keep the hand or grab the mic or grab the light
[?]
Nigga I don't sanitize
Above the sky , [?]
Evil tryna kill my soul
You gon' see the phantom rise
Niggas tryna live my life , I promise you ain't [?]
Promise [?] gon' feel something, before you stick a hand in mine
[?] be my Palestine
And that's the holy land
I swear to God
It's like my conscious be my only friend
I be getting bigger
From the problems that I hold within
And I been honest bout my bag
You know I'm always on my sense

I hope they don't follow me to the gates
Prayin to God before I wake
Eat up fancy , bev' with the steak
A lot of niggas Eye'in on my plate
Hope they don't follow me to my gates
Prayin to God before I wake
Eat up fancy, bev' before the steak
Lot of niggas eye'in on my plate