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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, 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 gods raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
know the Black God saved me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare heal all that anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illah is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to strike
All these rebels waitin' on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, straight to the

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 no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they ain't
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
This Ace of Spades look like an
Black tux, look a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga your tone
I come to court black boxers on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I could black out at any moment
I'm God, G is the letter made
So when my arms and feet I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to the Yakub back into caves
These are the days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are
My crazy
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been inoculated the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it