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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest ever told, niggas in the field
Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it the wheel
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran in the three
The trap 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 won't it
Obamacare won't heal all that
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God tribe of stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the
du illah illaha is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to some
All these rebels waitin' on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
we made it from slaves on a slaveship
Live the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it plated
Walked in bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them
Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades look like an
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to with black boxers on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the letter made
So when my arms and 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 last in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind,
Blind to the fact of who you are
My bloodline's
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
I've been inoculated from the snakes and the
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it