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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 slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans they waited so patiently
one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, niggas in the
Solomon 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
Face all on the
Story all in the of the pyramids
know the Black God saved me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't all that anguish
We came a long way from the of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
necklace, middle finger erected
God tribe of stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the
du illah illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to strike
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
from the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no statements
I can't be rated, Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me rappin' shit that I really bought
While rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
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 look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I come to court with boxers on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I black out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my arms and feet 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 last supper in brand new J's
I'm the true and livin', of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
blind, baby
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My crazy
Kings and queens and Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've been inoculated the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it