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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
go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause 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 around in the
The gods raised me
Face all on the
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas know the God saved me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, middle erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illah illaha is the
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to some
All these just 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 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 like "Nigga we it!"
I own my own masters, you I ain't missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
me rappin' 'bout shit that I really bought
While rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I come to court with black on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the letter made
So when my arms and 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 supper in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien,
You're blind,
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My crazy
Kings and queens and Michael rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it