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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we up from slavery
go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest ever told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, fact
I'm the of rap and I get it from the wheel
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran in the three
The gods raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
know the Black God saved me
You can blow the off, that won't change it
won't heal all that anguish
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
necklace, middle finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the
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 rebels just waitin' on the war cry
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from slaves on a
Live from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
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 ain't missin' no statements
I be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit I really bought
these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that they got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I to court with black boxers on
Y'all hella jealous of my
I could black out at any moment
I'm God, G is the letter made
So when my arms and feet I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back caves
These are the days, but do I seem fazed?
up to the last supper in some 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 of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
Kings and queens and Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been inoculated the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it