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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 slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so
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 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 in the three
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
won't heal all that anguish
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, middle erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the
du illah illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to some
All these rebels just on the war cry
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
we made it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it plated
Walked in that like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no royalty
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me rappin' 'bout that I really bought
While these rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
This Ace of Spades look an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, watch your tone
I come to court with boxers 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 feet shackled I still get
All due
I'm ready to the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I seem
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 bloodline's
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
I've been inoculated from the and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it