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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The greatest ever told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran around in the
The trap raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the of the pyramids
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 from the of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
necklace, middle finger erected
God tribe of stylin' on the record
sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these rebels waitin' on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from slaves on a
Live from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the ship
Poppin' my chain, and it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
in that bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no statements
I be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really
While these rappers rap guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that they got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
Black tux, look a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I to court with black boxers on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any moment
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub into 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
blind, baby
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My crazy
and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it