| I sold more dope than I sold records
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| You niggas sold records, never sold dope
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| So I ain’t hearing none of that street shit
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| 'Cause in my mind, you motherfuckers sold soap
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| Got rich selling hope to the hopeless
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| But I’m a thinker, methodic in my motives
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| I motivate to put my niggas into motors
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| No woman, no child, no witness, no Jehovahs
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| Like Scarface but it’s God’s face in that mirror
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| We was made in his image, dialing and it’s much clearer
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| Scoring from the heights but I wanted mine purer
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| Aryan, blonde hair, blue-eyed like the Führer
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| The judge and the jury, the jewellery mad froze
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| Watercolors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you blinding niggas
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| We ain’t the same color clarity of diamond, nigga
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| Nah, I ain’t got nothing in common with yous
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| Pain in my heart, it’s as black as my skin
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| They tipping the scale for these crackers to win
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| No reading, no writing, made us savage of men
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| They praying for jail but I mastered the pen
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| Descended from kings, we at it again
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| Just hand me the crown, I’m active again
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| Everything that it seems, hear my passion again
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| Was never my dream, the immaculate win
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| I was pissing my shorts, having rich nigga thoughts
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| Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought
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| Overnight I seen a nigga go get a Carrera
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| Two weeks later I had to be that boy pallbearer
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| Young king bury me inside a glass casket
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| Windex wipe me down for the life after
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| Crack dealer living like a hoop star
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| Black marble, white walls in my new spot
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| Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
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| Top down, tank top, I think I’m 2Pac
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| So I’m labeled the rebel, nigga get on my level
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| We were born to be kings, only major league teams
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| Chasing my paper, couldn’t fathom my wealth
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| Built a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself
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| God body and mind, food for the soul
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| When you feeding on hate, you empty, my nigga, it shows
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| Follow the codes, ain’t no love for these hoes
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| If you slip and you fall I got you, my nigga, hold on
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| If you right or you wrong, if you riding, come on
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| By the end of this song, can’t be hiding for long
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| I seen children get slaughtered, niggas' grandmothers assaulted
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| Throw a gang sign, dare you do something about it
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| Fuck copping them foams, when you copping the home
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| Cop a kilo and have them people on top of your home
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| Follow the codes, ain’t no love for these hoes
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| If you slipping you fall, I got you, my nigga, hold on
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| If you right or you wrong, if you riding, come on
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| By the end of this song, I got you, my nigga, hold on
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| I got you, my nigga, hold on
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| I got you, my nigga, hold on
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| If you right or you wrong, if you riding, come on
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| By the end of this song, I got you, my nigga, hold on
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| I got you, my nigga, hold on
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| I got you, my nigga, hold on
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| I got you, my nigga, hold on
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| I got you, my nigga, hold on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold On , by - Pusha T. Song from the album My Name Is My Name, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп