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Hold On

Artist:Pusha T 

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I sold more dope than I sold records You niggas sold records, never sold dope So I ain't hearing none of that street shit 'Cause in my mind, you motherfuckers sold soap Got rich selling hope to the hopeless But I'm a thinker, methodic in my motives I motivate to put my niggas 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, dialing and it's much clearer Scoring from the heights but I wanted mine purer Aryan, blonde hair, blue-eyed like the Führer The judge and the jury, the jewellery mad froze Watercolors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you blinding niggas We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, nigga Nah, I ain't got nothing in common with yous 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 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 Rick Ross: I was pissing my shorts having rich nigga thoughts Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought Over night I seen a nigga 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

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