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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But can't 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 forgotten black angels prayed for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The greatest ever told, niggas in the field
Solomon 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
Face all on the
all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God me
You can blow the nose off, that won't it
Obamacare heal all that anguish
We a long way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
necklace, middle finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, 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 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 "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't no royalty 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 rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit 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 make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I come to court with boxers on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any moment
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 caves
are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the supper in some brand 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 bloodline's
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it