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 n***as 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
N***as can't see the education that'll come with it
N***as 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
N***as 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
[?]
N***a I don't sanitize
Above the sky , [?]
Evil tryna kill my soul
You gon' see the phantom rise
N***as 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 n***as 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 n***as eye'in on my plate