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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, in the field
From Solomon to to Django, it's fact
I'm the of rap and I get it from the wheel
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran around in the
The trap raised me
Face all on the
all in the wall of the pyramids
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 the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the
du illah illaha is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these just waitin' on the war cry
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it plated
Walked in bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you I ain't missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them
Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really
While these 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 A Slave
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga your tone
I come to court black boxers on
Y'all hella jealous of my
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my arms and feet shackled I get paid
All due
I'm ready to the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
Showed up to the last in some 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 fact of who you are
My crazy
Kings and queens and Michael rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all can't me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it