Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ovi on the ice, it's a firing squad,
900 rockets, ain't a goalie unflawed.
Great 8 jersey, but he plays like a god,
Put him in the books, every record he clawed.

[Chorus]
Mr. 900, net’s his personal range,
Slap so vicious, got the goalies deranged.
Wrists like cannons, flames erupt when arranged,
Legend in the making, ain't no need for exchange.

[Verse 2]
Catch him in the slot, that's a homicide line,
Stick speaks murder, blade carves design.
Pucks in the net, got the posts in a bind,
Ovechkin's prime? Nah, it's GOAT all the time.

[Bridge]
They screaming, "G.O.A.T.," every nation, every rink.
History crafted in that Russian ink.
Helmet shines bright, his glide smooth as mink,
Shoot your shot, kid, Ovi proves dreams in sync.

[Chorus]
Mr. 900, rockets fly like rage,
Step on the ice, he's the king of the stage.
Goalie pads shiver, can't match his gauge,
Greatest goal scorer, pen history's page.

[Verse 3]
Cups stacked with champagne, skating on fame,
But the hunger's never gone, back to the game.
20 years strong, every shift burns the flame,
Ovechkin the immortal, ain't no stopping his reign.