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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they 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 lost and forgotten black angels that for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The greatest story 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 hung in the D
Who ran in the three
The trap raised me
Face all on the
all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can blow the nose off, won't change it
won't heal all that anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the
All praise to the Mahdi, we 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 niggas, I got to fight 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 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. 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 silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
This Ace of Spades look an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga your tone
I come to with black boxers on
Y'all hella jealous of my
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
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 seem
Showed up to the supper in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien,
blind, baby
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all can't me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it