Текст песни Hold On - Pusha T , Rick Ross , Kanye West

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 [?] much clearer
Scoring from the heist but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blonde hair, blue eyed like the führer
The judge and the jury [?]
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