We Made It Freestyle
The only thing I'm seein' I'd
Like to put an amend
On, perhaps a little more room
Here for the fixins, you know what
I'm talkin' about? Oh
We gon' have a lot of fixins? We
Gonna have so many fuckin' fixins
Up in this motherfucker
This shit gon' go through the roof oh
God damn I'm shittin' gold these days
We made it we made it
The devil, the haters, the bloggers
The papers, the labels, they labeled 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 Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I
Get it from the wheel
The son of WD, who hung around in the D
Who ran around in the three
The trap gods raised me
Face all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God 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 Mahdi
We found our language
Gold necklace, middle finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad
We wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah illaha 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
Mama said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation, celebration
Motivation, elevation
Nigga we made it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields
Straight to the spaceship
Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many
People are tryna tell me to slow
Down seems like motherfuckers should
Be shuttin' the
Hell up and enjoyin' the show
Hop off the slave ship
Popped off my chain and took it to Jacob
I got it gold plated
Walked in that bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters
You know I ain't missin'
No royalty statements i can't be rated
(God, God) , damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit
That I really bought
While these rappers rap about
Guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly
Shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, after 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 melatonin
I could black out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh letter made
So when my arms and feet
Shackled I still get paid all praises due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
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 maybe
My bloodline's crazy
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go estúpido, sucio
The flow is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been inoculated from the
Snakes and the fakes
And your corny handshakes
Cock sucker we made it!
