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
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
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
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