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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 cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, in the field
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's
I'm the of rap and I get it from the wheel
The son of WD, who hung in the D
Who ran around in the
The gods raised me
Face all on the
all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God me
You can blow the nose off, that won't it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
Gold necklace, finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the
sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these rebels just on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
we made it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that bitch like "Nigga we it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on haters
Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me 'bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they shot
And a bunch of other silly shit they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
This Ace of Spades look like an
Black tux, look a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I to court with black boxers on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I could black out at any 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 chase the back into caves
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in some 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 crazy
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all can't me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it