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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But can't 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 that for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, in the field
Solomon to Sambo 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 raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the of the pyramids
know the Black God saved me
You can blow the off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
necklace, middle finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
du illah illaha is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to strike
All these rebels waitin' on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, to the spaceship

Hop off the ship
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it plated
in that bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on haters
Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me 'bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns ain't shot
And a of other silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
Ace of Spades look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I come to court black boxers on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I black out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get
All due
I'm ready to chase the back into caves
These are the days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
blind, baby
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My crazy
Kings and queens and Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it