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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 up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten angels that prayed 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 Farrakhan of rap and I get it the wheel
The son of WD, who hung 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 won't it
Obamacare heal all that anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
necklace, middle finger erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these 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 slave
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, damn Hov on them haters
Sorry Mrs. for so much art talk
Silly me 'bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they ain't
And a bunch of other shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
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 your
I come to court black boxers on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the letter made
So my arms and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
Showed up to the last in some 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 fact of who you are
My bloodline's
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all can't me
been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock we made it