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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
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 love me I'm ill
The story ever told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's
I'm the of rap and I get it from the wheel
The son of WD, who hung in the D
Who ran in the three
The trap raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
know the Black God saved me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all that
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illah illaha is the
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to some
All these just waitin' on the war cry
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from slaves on a
Live the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the ship
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 royalty
I can't be rated, damn Hov on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really
While these rappers rap about guns they ain't
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 look like an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to court with boxers on
Y'all hella jealous of my
I black out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the letter made
So when my arms and feet shackled I get paid
All due
I'm to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I 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
You're blind,
Blind to the fact of who you are
My bloodline's
Kings and queens and Michael rings
I go stupido,
The is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been inoculated from the and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock we made it