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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
go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, niggas in the
From to Sambo to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran in the three
The trap gods me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas know the Black God me
You can blow the off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a long way from the of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
Gold necklace, middle erected
God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the
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 these rebels waitin' on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, to the spaceship

Hop off the ship
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 missin' no statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on haters
Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really
While these rappers rap about they ain't shot
And a bunch of other shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I to court with black boxers on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I could black out at any moment
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the back into caves
are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the supper in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are
My crazy
and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it