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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 from
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 ever told, niggas in the field
From to Sambo to Django, it's fact
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
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas know the God saved me
You can blow the off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, middle erected
God tribe of stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the
Asha du illah is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All devils, I got to strike some
All rebels 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 know I ain't missin' no statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about they ain't shot
And a of other silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades look like an
Black tux, like a mobster
make me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to court with black on
Y'all hella jealous of my
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 chase the back into caves
are the last 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,
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock we made it