Hov did Please Lord, forgive me for what the stove did Nobody touched a billi' until Hov did How many billionaires can come from Hov crib? Huh I count three, me, Ye and Rih Bron's a Roc boy, so four, technically I left the dope game with my record clean, huh I turned the cocaína into champagne, huh I cleaned up la madrina with the same soap, huh Me and Loro talk 'bout how we slang dope, huh Now the weed in stores, can you believe this, Ty? I put my hustle onto Forbes, can you believe this guy? (Nah) Then we said, "Fuck it, " took the dope public Out the mud, they gotta face you now, you can't make up this shit Judge it how you judge it, say we goin' corporate Nah, we just corner boys with the corner office I'm at the cap table, what the splits is? Not that cap table, boy, we live this Breezy what the business is We pushin' Fenty like Fentanyl, the shit is all legitimate E was down ten for this We just got his ten back then went back like, "Where the interests is?" Em light up the O3 We let y'all do the zazas, OG for the OGs Some new niggas out of pocket, talkin' exotic You barely been to the Baham-, that's another topic Monogram in my pocket off the red carpet You see the face I made that night, shit is that shockin' Odds wasn't great we'd even be alive Gotta be crazy to y'all, nigga, we surprised Shit is too much how we grew up Shit don't even feel real to us (damn) OG sold to those, you called kingpin If those your drug lords, then who are we then? Hov is a real nigga's dream My only goal, to make a real nigga feel seen Sometimes, it make a fake nigga hate life Never my intention, the consequences of my way of life The way we used to play with life I'm now careful with the sentences, them only jail bars I like (woo) I never wanted to be the states custodian (come on) The laws are draconian (come on, Hov) For those who married to the life (come on), it's holy matrimony and (come on) Somehow, I'll out-fox every box they try to throw me in (come on) With great ceremony and Folk and 'nem told me how highly Caddy spoke of him And bloke and 'nem from London, Harold Road, Weston Inn I be speakin' to the souls of men Those of them willin' to die for the existence that this cold world has chose for them Kickin' snow off a frozen Timb (woo) Back and forth on this turnpike, really took a toll on 'em Lot of fallen soldiers on these roads of sin For those who make the laws, I'ma always have smoke for them I got lawyers like shooters Workin' pro bono for him as a favor 'cause I throw them Ms In memory of Teelo I pray none of your people die over jail phones again All this pain from the outside Inspired all this growth within So new planes gettin' broken in Highest elevation of the self They done fucked around and gave the right niggas wealth These ain't songs, these is hymns 'cause I'm him It's the Psalm 151, this the New Testament The book of Hov Jesus turned water to wine, for Hov, it just took a stove You never know how this shit could go Me and Biggs probably got too big if they ain't book that load (what's up Hoffa?) Hindsight is 20/20 Though he's gettin' plenty money, lookin' back now this shit is funny I just got a million off a sync Without riskin' a million years tryna get it out the sink (woo) Hov big They said they don't know me internationally, niggas on the road did I see a lot of Hov in Giggs Me and Meek could never beef, I freed that nigga from a whole bid Hov did Next time we have a discussion who the GOAT, you donkeys know this Forgive me, that's my passion talkin' Sometimes I feel like Farrakhan talkin' to Mike Wallace I think y'all should keep quiet Breaks my heart, God did