Pusha T, Rick Ross - Hold On lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pusha T, Rick Ross - Hold On lyrics]
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
I was pissing my shorts
Having rich nigga thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all
The friends I done fought
Overnight 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
Ain’t 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
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
I got you, my nigga, hold on
I got you, my nigga, hold on
I got you, my nigga, hold on
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
I was pissing my shorts
Having rich nigga thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all
The friends I done fought
Overnight 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
Ain’t 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
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
I got you, my nigga, hold on
I got you, my nigga, hold on
I got you, my nigga, hold on