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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 lost and forgotten black angels prayed for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The greatest ever told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it the wheel
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran around in the
The trap raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God 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, finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the
sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah 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 "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that bitch "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no statements
I can't be rated, Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
me rappin' 'bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
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 court with black on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get
All due
I'm to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
up to the last supper 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 crazy
Kings and queens and Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
I've been inoculated from the snakes and the
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it