Hold On (Album Version|Edited) - Pusha T/Rick Ross

I sold more d**e than I sold records

You niggas sold records never sold d**e

So I ain't hearing none of that street sh*t

Cause in my mind you motherf**kers sold soap

Got rich selling hope to hopeless

But I'm a thinker methodic in my motives

Uh 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 this image is much clearer

Scoring from the heist but I wanted mine purer

Aryan blonde hair blue eyed like the führer

The judge and the jury the jewellery mad froze

Water colors on my neck f**k rhyming when you blinding niggas

We ain't the same color clarity of diamond ni**a

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

I was pissin' my shorts having rich ni**a thoughts

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

Over night I seen a ni**a 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**a too fly

Top down tank top I think I'm 2Pac

So I'm labeled the rebel ni**a 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**a it shows

Follow them codes ain't no love for these hoes

If you slip and you fall I got you my ni**a 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 niggas' grandmothers assaulted

Throw a gang sign dare you do something about it

F**k 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 slipping you fall I got you my ni**a hold on

If you right or you wrong if you riding come on

By the end of this song I got you my ni**a hold on

I got you my ni**a hold on I got you my ni**a hold on

If you right or you wrong if you riding come on

By the end of this song I got you my ni**a hold on

I got you my ni**a hold on I got you my ni**a hold on

I got you my ni**a hold on I got you my ni**a hold on