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Jay-z

Genres: Hip-Hop

We Made It Lyrics - Jay-z

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, 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 

 

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Hop off the slave ship 

Poppin' 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, 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, got the 12 Years A Slave 

This Ace of Spades look like an Oscar 

Black tux, look like a mobster 

Don't make me rra 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 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 

 

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