
Hold On (Live from Spotify SXSW 2014) Pusha T
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[Intro]
My Name Is My Name
My Name Is My Name, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh
Let's go South by Southwest, get them hands up
[Verse]
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 hеights but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blondе hair, blue-eyed like the Führer
The judge and the jury, the jewelry mad froze
Watercolors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you blinding niggas
We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, nigga
No, 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
My Name Is My Name
My Name Is My Name, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh
Let's go South by Southwest, get them hands up
[Verse]
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 hеights but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blondе hair, blue-eyed like the Führer
The judge and the jury, the jewelry mad froze
Watercolors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you blinding niggas
We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, nigga
No, 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
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