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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 fans they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, in the field
From to Sambo 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 in the three
The trap raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
won't heal all that anguish
We came a long way from the of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the
Asha du illah illaha is the
All niggas, I got to fight one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these rebels waitin' on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
we made it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that bitch like "Nigga we it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov on them haters
Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they ain't
And a bunch of other silly shit they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
This Ace of Spades look like an
Black tux, look a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I to court with black boxers on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my arms and feet shackled I get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub into caves
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in some new J's
I'm the true and livin', of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind,
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My crazy
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
I've inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it