Corrección Letra Hold On (Live from Spotify SXSW 2014) par Pusha T

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Letra

I sold more dope than I sold records
You n***as sold records, never sold dope
So I ain't hearing none of that street sh*t
’Cause in my mind, you motherf**kers sold soap
Got rich selling hope to the hopeless
But I'm a thinker, methodic in my motives
I motivate to put my n***as 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 Führеr
The judge and the jury, thе jewellery mad froze
Watercolors on my neck, f**k rhyming when you blinding n***as
We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, n***a
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
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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