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The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they label me But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery Apologies 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 prayed for me A milli, a milli, niggas love me cause I'm ill The greatest story ever told, niggas in the field From Soloman to [?] to Django, it's fact I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the will The son of W.D., who hung around in the deep Who ran the [?], the trap gods raised me Fake Solomon Sphinx, story all in the wall of the pyramids Niggas know the black gods saved me You can blow the nose off, that won't change it Obamacare won't heal all that anguish We came a long way from the bottom of the boat All praise to the [?] found our language Gold necklace, middle finger erected God [?] Shabazz styling on the record Lost sons of Muhammad, we wildin' on the records [?] is the message All these niggas, I got to fight one All these devils, I got to strike some All these rebels just waitin' on the war cry Momma said "Son, you got to strike drum" Roc Nation, celebration Motivation, elevation Letras de cancionesNigga we made it from slaves on the slave ship Live from the cotton field, straight to the spaceship Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many people are tryna tell me to slow down. Seems like motherfu*kers should be shuttin' the hell up and enjoyin' the show Top of the slave ship Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated Walked in that bi*ch like "Nigga we made it!" I own my old masters, no I ain't missin' no royalty statements I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters Sorry mister Drizzy for as much I talk Silly me rappin' 'bout sh*t that I really bought Why these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot? And a bunch of other silly sh*t that they ain't got I'm on my Luke, Peter, [?] Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave This Ace of Spades look like an Oscar Black tux, look like a mobster Don't make me RRRRAA yah, nigga watch your tone I come to court with black boxers on Y'all hella jealous of my Mellotone I could black out at any given moment I'm god, [?] So when I'm on the beat shackled I still get paid All praises due I'm ready to chase a [?] back in the cage These are the last days, why do I sink fades Showed up to the last supper in some brand new J's I'm the true and livin', book of Hov New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien, superstition You're blind, baby Blind to the fact of who you are made me My bloodline's crazy Kings and queens and Michael Jordan rings I go stupido, sucio The flow is filthy, y'all can't kill me I've been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes The corny handshakes, cock sucker we made it From Letras Mania