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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
go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The story ever told, niggas 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 around in the D
Who ran in the three
The trap raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas know the Black God me
You can blow the nose off, won't change it
Obamacare heal all that anguish
We a long way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
necklace, middle finger erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illah illaha is the
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to some
All rebels just waitin' on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
in that bitch like "Nigga we made 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. for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout that I really bought
While these rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that they got
I'm on my Lupita
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to with black boxers on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I could out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So my arms and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into
These are the days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book 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 and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've been inoculated from the and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it