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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from 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 prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The story 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 in the three
The trap gods 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 won't all that anguish
We came a long way from the of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, middle finger
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
sons 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 rebels just waitin' on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it slaves on a slaveship
Live from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it plated
Walked in that bitch "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
me rappin' 'bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they ain't
And a bunch of other silly shit that they got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
Ace of Spades look like an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to court black boxers on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I black out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my arms and shackled 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 and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien,
blind, baby
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My crazy
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it