[Verse 3: JAY-Z]Hov didPlease, Lord forgive me for what the stove didNobody touched the billi' until Hov didHow many billionaires can come from Hov crib? HuhI count three, me, Ye and RihBron's a Roc boy, so four, technically (Woo)I left the dope game with my record clean, huhI turned the cocaína into champagne, huhI cleaned up la madrina with the same soap, huhMe and Loro talk 'bout how we slang dope, huhNow the weed in stores, can you believe this, Ty?I put my hustle onto Forbes, can you believe this guy?Then we said, "Fuck it," took the dope publicOut the mud, they gotta face you now, you can't make up this shitJudge it how you judge it, say we goin' corporateNah, we just corner boys with the corner officeI'm at the cap table, what the splits is?Not that cap table, boy, we live thisBreezy what the business isWe pushin' Fenty like Fentanyl, the shit is all legitimate (Woo)E was down ten for thisWe just got his ten back then went back like, "Where the interests is?"Em light up the O3We let y'all do the zazas, OG for the OGsSome new niggas out of pocket, talkin' exoticYou barely been to the Baham— (Haha) that's another topicMonogram in my pocket off the red carpetYou see the face I made that night, shit is that shockin'Odds wasn't great, we'd even be aliveGotta be crazy to y'all niggas, we surprisedShit is too much how we grew up (Grew up)Shit don't even feel real to us (Damn)OG sold to those, you called kingpinIf those your drug lords, then who are we then?Hov is a real nigga's dreamMy only goal, to make a real nigga feel seenSometimes, it make a fake nigga hate lifeNever my intention, the consequences of my way of lifeThe way we used to play with lifeI'm now careful with the sentences, them only jail bars I like (Woo)I never wanted to be the state custodian (Come on)The laws are draconian (Come on, Hov)For those married to the life (Come on), it's holy matrimony and (Come on)Somehow, I'll out-fox every box they'll try to throw me in (Come on)With great ceremony andFolk and 'nem told me how highly Caddy spoke of himAnd bloke and 'nem from London, Harrow Road, Weston InnI be speakin' to the souls of menThose of them willin' to die for the existence that this cold world has chose for themKickin' snow off a frozen Timb (Woo)Back and forth on this turnpike, really took a toll on 'emLot of fallen soldiers on these roads of sinFor those who make the laws, I'ma always have smoke for themI got lawyers like shootersWorkin' pro bono for him as a favor 'cause I throw them MsIn memory of TeeloI pray none of your people die over jailphones againAll this pain from the outside, inspired all this growth withinSo new planes gettin' broken inHighest elevation of the selfThey done fucked around and gave the right niggas wealthThese ain't songs, these is hymns 'cause I'm himIt's the Psalm 151, this New TestamentThe book of Hov (The book of Hov)Jesus turned water to wine, for Hov, it just took a stoveYou never know how this shit could goMe and Biggs probably got too big if they ain't book that load (What's up Hoffa?)Hindsight is 20/20Though he's gettin' plenty money, lookin' back now this shit is funnyI just got a million off a syncWithout riskin' a million years tryna get it out the sink (Woo)Hov didThey said they don't know me internationally, niggas on the road didI see a lot of Hov in GiggsMe and Meek could never beef, I freed that nigga from a whole bidHov did (Hov did)Next time we have a discussion who the G.O.A.T., you donkeys know thisForgive me, that's my passion talkin' (Haha)Sometimes I feel like Farrakhan (Haha) talkin' to Mike Wallace (Haha)I think y'all should keep quietBreaks my heart (Haha)God did
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