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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so
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 ever told, niggas in the field
From to Sambo to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the
The son of WD, who hung in the D
Who ran around in the
The trap raised me
Face all on the
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that change it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We a long way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
Gold necklace, middle finger
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah illaha is the
All niggas, I got to fight one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these rebels just on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from on a slaveship
Live the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I bought
While these rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
Ace of Spades look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a
Don't make me rra yah, watch your tone
I come to court with black on
Y'all hella jealous of my
I black out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my arms and shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
Showed up to the last 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 and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all can't me
I've been inoculated from the and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it