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Pusha T ft. Rick Ross – Hold On Lyrics

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Hold On Lyrics by Pusha T (feat. Rick Ross)

 

I sold more dope than I sold records

You n***** sold records, never sold dope

So ain’t hearin’ none of that street shit

‘Cause in my mind you motherfuckers sold soap

Got rich sellin’ hope to the hopeless

But I’m a thinker, methodic in my motives

I motivate to put my n***** into motors

No woman, no child, no witness, no Jehovahs

Like Scarface, but it’s God’s face in that mirror

We was made in His image, dialin’ in is much clearer

Scorin’ from the heights, but I wanted mine purer

Aryan, blond hair, blue-eyed like the Führer

The judge and the jury, the jewelry mad froze

Watercolors on my neck, fuck rhymin’ when you blindin’ n*****

We ain’t the same color clarity of diamond, n****

Nah, I ain’t got nothin’ in common wit’ you’s

Painted my heart, it’s as black as my skin

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They tippin’ the scale for these crackers to win

No readin’, no writin’, made a savage of men

They prayin’ for jail, but I mastered the pen

Descended from kings, we at it again

Just hand me the crown, I’m active again

Everything that it seems, hear my passion again

Was never my dream, the immaculate win

I was pissin’ my shorts, havin’ rich n**** thoughts

Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought

Overnight I seen a n**** go get a Carrera

Two weeks later, I had to be that boy’ pallbearer


Young king, bury me inside a glass casket

Windex, wipe me down for the life after

Crack dealer livin’ like a hoop star

Black marble, white walls in my new spot

Four chains, big studs, a n**** too fly

Top down, tank top, I think I’m 2Pac

So I’m labeled a rebel, n****, get on my level

We were born to be kings, only major league teams

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Chasin’ my paper, couldn’t fathom my wealth

Built a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself

God, body and mind, food for the soul

When you feedin’ on hate, you empty, my n****, it shows

Follow the codes, ain’t no love for these hoes

If you slip and you fall I got you, my n****, hold on

If you right or you wrong, if you ridin, come on

By the end of this song, can’t be hidin’ for long

I seen children get slaughtered, n*****’ grandmothers assaulted

Throw a gang sign, dare you do somethin’ about it

Fuck coppin’ them foams when you coppin’ the home

Cop a kilo and have them people on top of your home

Follow the codes, ain’t no love for these hoes

If you slip and you fall, I got you, my n****, hold on

If you right or you wrong, if you ridin’, come on

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By the end of this song, I got you, my n****, hold on

I got you, my n****, hold on

I got you, my n****, hold on

If you right or you wrong, if you ridin’, come on

By the end of this song, I got you, my n****, hold on

I got you, my n****, hold on

I got you, my n****, hold on

I got you, my n****, hold on

I got you, my n****, hold on


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