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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
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's
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 gods raised me
Face all on the
Story all in the of the pyramids
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that won't it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, middle finger
God tribe of stylin' on the record
Lost of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah illaha is the
All these niggas, I got to one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these rebels just on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from slaves on a
Live from the cotton fields, straight to the

Hop off the slave
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 I ain't missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' 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 Lupita
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades look like an
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to with black boxers on
Y'all hella jealous of my
I black 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 Yakub back caves
These are the days, but do I seem fazed?
up to the last supper 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 of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all can't me
been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it