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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from
Apologies go out to all of my cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the and forgotten black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, in the field
Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran in the three
The gods raised me
Face all on the
all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas know the God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that change it
Obamacare heal all that anguish
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these just waitin' on the war cry
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it slaves on a slaveship
Live from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold
Walked in bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you I ain't missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they shot
And a bunch of other shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
This Ace of Spades look like an
tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to with black boxers on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I could out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to the Yakub back into caves
These are the days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the supper in some brand new J's
I'm the true and livin', of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind,
to the fact of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
Kings and queens and Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it