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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 slavery
go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the and forgotten black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas 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 around in the D
Who ran in the three
The trap raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the of the pyramids
know the Black God saved me
You can blow the off, that won't change it
Obamacare heal all that anguish
We came a long way from the of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
Gold necklace, middle erected
God tribe of 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 strike
All these 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 the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the ship
my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't no royalty statements
I can't be rated, Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. for so much art talk
me rappin' 'bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about 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 A Slave
This Ace of look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I come to court with boxers on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my arms and shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I seem
Showed up to the supper in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind,
Blind to the fact of who you are
My crazy
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it