My Letter 2 HOV

See how rappers are now
Yeah, turn the camera to me
See what the public, see what y'all did to rappers
They scared to be theyself

In order for everything to be perfect
everybody has to be focused
You don't know how hard it is to get everybody
on the same page at the same time with one thing

Reasonable doubt the fucking kingdom come
This is Kanye, this is real shit
This is my letter to Hov
I couldn't have done this to a better beat

And I watched you to make me a better me
Eleven platinum albums, something I may never see
I'm trying to live it up like you and do it B.I.G
Bought every single CD from your first to the last

We've been so dope to you, even blew a couple bags
Half a fucking billion just making it out of heat
Serving all them keys and then making it out the street
Surviving pac and big and then making it out the beef

You the true definition of making it out to me
Fucking little chickens and making it out with b
And it's through you I see, we're making it out with be
And so that gives me hope for making it out for me

I know this rap shit ain't what they be making it out to be
And if they never told you nothing, just take this up out of me
You're a legend, that's the way that they try to be
And I gotta respect the nigga for paving it out for me

So I try to follow your blueprints, one, two, three
Microphone check, I would write at home
Stressed about how to get the rock around Michael's little neck
So if they never told you nothing, you got Michael's respect

Ain't that be hustling the world, wanna be like you, I bet
And who gives a shit if you a mason or not
Long as that new shit you making is hot
Fuck them hov, now everybody selling dope

While they rapping about a stove,all that swag
Wearing they hat low, that came from hov
And it touched everybody, we felt it across the globe
And we appreciate it, homie, just letting you know

And I been fucking with it
You know, dead president
In my lifetime, love my shit with my shit
You must love me

You know what I mean
Hov
Nigga, I come from that Pac era, that Biggie era, that throwback era
You know what I mean

Real talk
My letter to hov
I don't gotta wait till you die, my nigga
I give it up to you

You done did your motherfucking thing
From the 40-40 to bringing the nets to Brooklyn and getting b
Knocked up
Hey, I salute it, my nigga

Hov
Don't ever stop the music
Take that shit to the hallway, to the office, anywhere
Don't ever ever stop the music

That's what paid the bill
We can't stop the music
We ain't have nothing to meet about if we don't have the music
You know what I'm saying

Don't ever stop the music