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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't 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 and forgotten black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, in the field
From 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 trap gods me
Face all on the
Story all in the 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 a long way from the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
necklace, middle finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
du illah illaha is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to some
All these rebels waitin' on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
we made it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, straight to the

Hop off the ship
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 missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I bought
While these rappers rap about guns ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that 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 a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to court with black on
Y'all hella jealous of my
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 ready to chase the Yakub back into
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
Showed up to the supper in some brand new J's
I'm the true and livin', of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind,
to the fact of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all can't me
I've been inoculated the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock we made it