| You are tuned in to the greatest, Young H O V Let’s go get 'em again, Just, oh my God, c’mon |
| Pops sped off, left Mom with a bundle of Joy, your boy smacked dab in the jungle |
| Took tunnel vision but he would soon become a mogul |
| But first he brought that crack back like a yo-yo |
| Don’t play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood |
| First niggas hatin' on me, it’s all good |
| I’m buyin' things like my shit don’t stink |
| Gucci links in Gucci goose’s |
| Watchin' too many movies, bulletproof this |
| Had some nerve, like pullin' tooth’ses |
| When you’re 16, comin' through roofless |
| Yeah, your boy 'Ruthless' like Ice Cube was |
| Turn the whole city on, I’m the new blood |
| So if this is your first time hearin' this |
| You’re about to experience someone so cold |
| A journey seldom seen, the American Dream |
| From the bottom to the top of the globe, they call me Hov |
| They gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall |
| You know my story, I’ve been through it all |
| Nights I’ve felt like dyin', but I ain’t cryin' |
| What didn’t kill me, made me strong as iron |
| Iron, iron, oh my God, Hov |
| Now I’m knee deep in the concrete |
| Like the street’s made of quicksand, it’s beyond deep |
| I got a Chemical Romance, two left feet |
| So now I dance with the Devil, please G O D Save me from the 'Black Parade', release me My life like Grant Theft Auto, PSP |
| I’m in that Volvo, puffin' on that la-la |
| Duckin' from the po-po, every time I drive by Say hi to the bad guy, all my momma friends was like |
| «Mmm, mmm, mmm, would you just look at him» |
| So sorry dear Momma for your embarrassment |
| But give me a couple years and pray I’ll never sin again |
| Got all these rival dealers tryin' to do me in And all these little rappers don’t know |
| How prepared for them I am, I am |
| I’m feelin' like the world’s against me, Lord |
| Call me crazy, but strangely, I love the odds |
| They gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall |
| You know my story, I’ve been through it all |
| Nights I’ve felt like dyin', but I ain’t cryin' |
| What didn’t kill me, made me strong as iron |
| Iron, iron, oh my God, Hov |
| Now these baby ballers, toy rappers |
| Callin' out my name to bring the boy backwards |
| Shootin' air balls at the basket |
| What you call money, I pay more in taxes |
| I got crowned king down in Africa |
| Out in Niger, do you have any idea? |
| Sold out shows out in Seoul, Korea |
| Jo’burg, Dublin, Tanzania |
| Lunch with Mandela, dinner with Cavalli |
| Still got time to give water out to everybody |
| Everybody, fall back |
| Y’all rappin', I’m re-enactin' |
| CNN, you see, it’s accurate |
| ESPN, see me in action |
| Monday Nights, when the half ends |
| When you 10 years in, holla back then |
| They gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall |
| You know my story, I’ve been through it all |
| Nights I’ve felt like dyin', but I ain’t cryin' |
| What didn’t kill me, made me strong as iron |
| Iron, iron, oh my God, Hov |
| Good Lord, good Lord, good Lord |
| Good Lord, I said I feel like I’m dyin' |