Verse 1: 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 [bad word] Cause in my mind you [bad word] sold soap
Got rich selling hope to hopeless
But I’m a thinker, methodic in my motives
Uh, 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 this image [?] 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 jewellery mad froze
Water colors on my neck, [bad word] rhyming when you blinding niggas
We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, [bad word] Nah, I ain't got nothing [bad word] which yas
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

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I was [bad word]  my shorts having rich [bad word] thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought
Over night I seen a [bad word] 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 [bad word] too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled the rebel, [bad word] 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 hate, you empty, my [bad word]  it shows
Follow them codes, ain’t no love for these hoes
If you slip and you fall I got you my [bad word]  hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you [bad word] 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 [bad word] coppin' them foams, when you coppin' the home
Cop a kilo and have them people on top of your home

[Outro: Rick Ross & Pusha T]
Follow the codes, ain't no love for these hoes
If you slipping you fall, I got you my [bad word] hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you [bad word] on
By the end of this song, I got you my [bad word] hold on
I got you my [bad word] hold on, I got you my [bad word] hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you [bad word] on
By the end of this song, I got you my [bad word] hold on
I got you my [bad word]  hold on, I got you my [bad word]  hold on
I got you my [bad word]  hold on, I got you my [bad word]  hold on
I got you my [bad word]  hold on...