paroles de chanson Hold On - Pusha T , Rick Ross
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
hopeless
But
I'm
a
thinker,
methodic
in
my
motives
I
motivate
to
put
my
niggas
in
the
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
dialing
in
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
jewelry
mad
froze
Water
colors
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
which
is
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
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
Got
body
and
mind,
food
for
the
soul
When
you
feedin
on
hatred
you
empty,
my
nigga,
it
shows
Follow
them
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
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
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
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
1 S.N.I.T.C.H.
2 Nosetalgia
3 Let Me Love You
4 40 Acres
5 Hold On
6 Hold On
7 Sweet Serenade
8 Numbers On the Boards
9 King Push
10 Who I Am
11 S.N.I.T.C.H.
12 Suicide
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