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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But they relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The greatest 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 hung in the D
Who ran in the three
The trap gods me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God me
You can blow the nose off, that won't it
Obamacare won't all that anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, middle erected
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah illaha is the
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to some
All rebels just waitin' on the war cry
Mama "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 "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no royalty
I can't be rated, Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me 'bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap guns they 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 Years A
This Ace of look like an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to court black boxers on
Y'all hella jealous of my
I black 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 caves
These are the last days, but do I seem
Showed up to the supper in some brand new J's
I'm the true and livin', of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind,
to the fact of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
and queens 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, cock sucker we it