Hold On Lyrics - My Name Is My Name - Pusha T

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 mothafuckas 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 

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 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 

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 

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I was pissing 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 

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 

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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