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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But they relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, niggas in the
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 hung in the D
Who ran around in the
The gods raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas know the God saved me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't all that anguish
We came a long way from the of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
Gold necklace, middle erected
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
du illah illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these rebels just on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from slaves on a
from 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 that bitch like "Nigga we it!"
I own my own masters, you know I missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that they got
I'm on my Lupita
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of look like an Oscar
Black tux, look a mobster
make me rra yah, nigga watch 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 letter made
So when my and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back caves
are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in some new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are
My crazy
Kings and queens and Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all can't me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it