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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 angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, niggas in the
Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it the wheel
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran around in the
The gods raised me
Face all on the
all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God me
You can blow the off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a long way the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
Gold necklace, middle erected
God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the
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 strike
All these just waitin' on the war cry
Mama "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 "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. for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really
While rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
And a of other silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
This Ace of look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I come to court with black on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I black 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 to chase the Yakub back into caves
are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in some new J's
I'm the true and livin', of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind,
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it