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Artist: Pusha T f/ Rick Ross, Kanye West
Album:  My Name Is My Name
Song:   Hold On
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

{*Kanye West harmonizes for 25 seconds*}

[Pusha T]
I sold more dope than I sold records
You niggas sold records, never sold dope
So I ainít hearing none of that street shit
Cause in my mind, you mothafuckas sold soap
Got rich sellin' hope to the hopeless
But Iím 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 his image, dialin' and it's much clearer
Scorin' from the heights but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blonde hair, blue-eyed like the FŁhrer
The judge and the jury, the jewelry mad froze
Water colors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you blindin' niggas
We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, nigga
Nah, I ain't got nothing in common which ya's
Pain in my heart, it's as black as my skin
They tippin' the scale for these crackers to win
No reading, no writing, made us savage of men
They prayin' 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

[Rick Ross]
I was pissin' my shorts, havin' 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
Black marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled the rebel, nigga 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
God body and mind, food for the soul
When you feeding on hate, you empty, my nigga, it shows
Follow the codes, ainít no love for these hoes
If you slip and you fall I got you my nigga, 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
Fuck copping them foams, when you copping 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 nigga, hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, I got you, my nigga, hold on
(I got you, my nigga, hold on)
I got you, my nigga, hold on
(If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on)
(By the end of this song) {I got you, my nigga, hold on}
I got you, my nigga, hold on... {*4X*}

{*Kanye West harmonizes to the end*}