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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they 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 that for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The story ever told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, 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 gods me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
know the Black God saved me
You can blow the off, that won't change it
Obamacare heal all that anguish
We came a long way the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the
Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the
Asha du illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to some
All these rebels just on the war cry
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, straight to the

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 missin' no royalty
I can't be rated, damn Hov on them haters
Sorry Mrs. for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they ain't
And a bunch of silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
This Ace of Spades look an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to court with black on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my arms and feet shackled I get paid
All due
I'm to chase the Yakub 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 true and livin', of Hov
New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien,
blind, baby
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it