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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 up from slavery
go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, 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 around in the
The gods raised me
Face all on the
Story all in the wall of the
know the Black God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that won't it
Obamacare heal all that anguish
We came a long way the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, middle finger
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to strike
All rebels just waitin' on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
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 I ain't missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them
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 other silly that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
This Ace of Spades look like an
Black tux, look a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga your tone
I come to court with black on
Y'all hella jealous of my
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the letter made
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub into caves
are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last 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,
to the fact of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all can't me
I've been inoculated from the and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it