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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they 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 waited so
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The story ever told, niggas in the field
From to Sambo to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it the wheel
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran in the three
The trap raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas know the God saved me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a long way the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
necklace, middle finger erected
God tribe of stylin' on the record
Lost of Muhammad, wildin' 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
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
we made it from slaves on a slaveship
Live the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it 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 stunt on haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
This Ace of Spades look an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, watch your tone
I come to with black boxers on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the letter made
So when my and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back caves
These are the last days, but do I seem
up to the last 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 flow is filthy, y'all kill me
I've inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock we made it