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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 waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels 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 gods me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the of the pyramids
know the Black God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that change it
won't heal all that anguish
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, middle finger
God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the
Lost of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to some
All these rebels just on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from slaves on a
Live from the cotton fields, straight to the

Hop off the slave
my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I missin' no royalty statements
I be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me 'bout shit that I really bought
While rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I come to court with boxers on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into
These are the days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in some new J's
I'm the and livin', book 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 queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all can't me
I've been inoculated from the snakes and the
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it