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Yeah, I'm back on the throne, the king in the concrete jungle,

Used to hustle in the shadows, now the spotlight's on the humble.

They talkin' 'bout a comeback, but I never left, I just took a break,

Countin' dividends and blessings, watchin' all the fakes break.

From Marcy to the mansion, a legend in the making,

My empire's built on ambition, no room for the fakin'.

They say the game's changed, but I'm still the one who sets the rules,

My flow's a timeless masterpiece, you still in elementary schools.

Chorus:

H to the Izzo, S to the Pizzo, that's the motto,

The new old money, still chasin' the lotto.

From the block to the boardroom, I'm the ghost in the machine,

The American dream, a king and a fiend.

Verse 2:

They call me Hov, the architect, the one who built the blueprint,

My legacy's cemented, every word is a new print.

I'm a poet and a prophet, a hustler and a visionary,

Turnin' paper into power, a modern-day missionary.

The city's in my veins, the struggle's in my soul,

They can't break me, can't shake me, can't take control.

I'm a titan in the industry, a force of nature,

My reign is eternal, a dynasty's creator.

Chorus:

H to the Izzo, S to the Pizzo, that's the motto,

The new old money, still chasin' the lotto.

From the block to the boardroom, I'm the ghost in the machine,

The American dream, a king and a fiend.

(Outro)

Yeah, still here, still on top.

You know the name.

Hov.

Roc Nation.

Peace.