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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 slavery
Apologies go out to all of my cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels prayed for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, in the field
From Solomon to to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it the wheel
The son of WD, who hung in the D
Who ran in the three
The trap gods me
Face all on the
all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can blow the off, that won't change it
won't heal all that anguish
We came a long way from the of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, middle finger
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illaha is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to some
All these rebels just 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 slave
my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you I ain't missin' no royalty statements
I be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me rappin' shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they ain't
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 look like an
Black tux, look like a
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to court with black on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I could out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So my arms and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub into caves
are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book 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 is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been inoculated from the and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it