Rick Ross

Hold on (feat. Pusha T)

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Verse 1: Pusha T]
I sold more dope than I sold records
You ni*gas sold records, never sold dope
So I ain’t hearing none of that street sh*t
Cause in my mind you motherf*ckers sold soap

Got rich selling hope to hopeless
But I’m a thinker, methodic in my motives
Uh, I motivate to put my ni*gas 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 this image is much clearer
Scoring from the heist but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blonde hair, blue eyed like the fuhrer

The judge and the jury, the jewellery mad froze
Water colors on my neck, f*ck rhyming when you blinding ni*gas
We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, ni*ga
Nah, I ain't got nothing in common which yas

Pain in my heart, it's as black as my skin
They tipping the scale for these crackers to win
No reading, no writing, made us savage of men
They praying for jail but I mastered the pen

Descendant 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

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I was passin' my shorts having rich ni*ga thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought
Over night I seen a ni*ga 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 living like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new spot

Four chains, big studs, a ni*ga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled the rebel, ni*ga get on my level
We were born to be kings, only major league teams

Chasing my paper, couldn’t fathom my wealth
Built a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself
Got body and mind, food for the soul
When you feedin' on hate, you empty, my ni*ga, it shows

Follow them codes, ain’t no love for these hoes
If you slip and you fall I got you my ni*ga, hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, can’t be hiding for long

I seen children get slaughtered, ni*gas' grandmothers assaulted
Throw a gang sign dare you do something about it
F*ck coppin' them foams, when you coppin' the home
Cop a kilo and have them people on top of your home

[Outro: Rick Ross & Pusha T]
Follow the codes, ain't no love for these hoes
If you slipping you fall, I got you my ni*ga hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, I got you my ni*ga hold on

I got you my nigga hold on, I got you my ni*ga hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, I got you my ni*ga hold on
I got you my ni*ga, hold on, I got you my ni*ga, hold on
I got you my ni*ga, hold on, I got you my ni*ga, hold on
I got you my ni*ga, hold on...



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