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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But they can't to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The greatest ever told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it the wheel
The son of WD, who hung in the D
Who ran around in the
The trap gods me
Face all on the
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can blow the off, that won't change it
won't heal all that anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
necklace, middle finger erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illah illaha is the
All niggas, I got to fight 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 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 bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them
Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout that I really bought
these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
This Ace of Spades look an Oscar
Black tux, look a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to court black boxers on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my arms and feet shackled I get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into
These are the last days, but do I seem
Showed up to the last supper in some new J's
I'm the and livin', book 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 queens and Michael rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
I've inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it