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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 cause they so patiently
This one is for all of the and forgotten black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The greatest 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
Face all on the
all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas know the God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that change it
Obamacare won't heal all that
We came a long way the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God of Shabazz 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 devils, I got to strike some
All these rebels just on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold
in that 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 that I really bought
While these rappers rap about they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly that 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, like a mobster
Don't me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to court black boxers on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any moment
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my arms and shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back caves
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
up to the last 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,
to the fact of who you are maybe
My crazy
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it