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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The greatest story told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's
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 gods me
Face all on the
all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God me
You can blow the nose off, that change it
Obamacare won't heal all that
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, middle erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
du illah illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to some
All these rebels waitin' on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that bitch like "Nigga we it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't no royalty statements
I be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters
Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit I really bought
these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades look an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga your tone
I come to court black boxers on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I could out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my arms and feet I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the back into caves
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in 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 fact of who you are
My crazy
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all can't me
been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it