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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 came up from
Apologies go out to all of my fans they waited so patiently
one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The story ever told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran around in the
The gods raised me
Face all on the
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that change it
won't heal all that anguish
We a long way from the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God tribe of stylin' on the record
Lost of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
du illah illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to strike
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 the cotton 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 no royalty statements
I be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit I really bought
these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
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 letter
So when my and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the back into caves
These are the last days, but do I seem
up to the last supper in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien,
blind, baby
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My crazy
Kings and queens and Michael rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it