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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we up from slavery
go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and black 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 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
Face all on the
Story all in the of the pyramids
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can blow the nose off, won't change it
Obamacare won't all that anguish
We came a long way the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, middle erected
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illaha is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these rebels 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
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 no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me 'bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about they ain't shot
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
Ace of Spades look like an Oscar
Black tux, look a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I come to court with boxers on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I black out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
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
blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are
My bloodline's
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it