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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The greatest ever told, niggas in the field
From to Sambo 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 around in the
The gods 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, that change it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, middle erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illaha is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All devils, I got to strike some
All rebels just waitin' on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
we made it from slaves on a slaveship
Live the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the ship
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it plated
in that bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
me rappin' 'bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
Ace of Spades look like an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to court with boxers on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I could out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the 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 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 bloodline's
Kings and queens and Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it