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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from
Apologies go out to all of my cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story told, niggas in the field
Solomon to Sambo 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 in the three
The gods raised me
Face all on the
Story all in the wall of the
know the Black God saved me
You can blow the off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't all that anguish
We came a long way from the of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
Gold necklace, middle finger
God tribe of stylin' on the record
sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All devils, I got to strike some
All rebels just waitin' on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from slaves on a
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 that like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I bought
While these rappers rap about guns ain't shot
And a bunch of other shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
This Ace of look like an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to with black boxers on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So my arms and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in brand new J's
I'm the true and livin', of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
blind, baby
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My crazy
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it