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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 from
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they so patiently
one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The greatest ever told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to 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 around in the
The trap raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
know the Black God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that won't it
Obamacare won't all that anguish
We a long way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illah is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All devils, I got to strike some
All rebels just 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
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold
Walked in that bitch like "Nigga we it!"
I own my own masters, you know I missin' no royalty statements
I be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so 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 Lupita
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
Ace of Spades look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a
Don't make me rra yah, nigga your tone
I come to court with black on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I could black out at any moment
I'm God, G is the letter made
So when my arms and feet I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back caves
These are the days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in 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 of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've been inoculated the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it