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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