[Verse 1: Pusha T]
I sold more dope than I sold records
You ^!$$%s sold records never sold dope

So I ain't hearing none of that street %#@!
Cause in my mind you mother$#&@ers sold soap
Got rich selling hope to hopeless

But I'm a thinker methodic in my motives
I motivate to put my ^!$$%s in the 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 [?] much clearer
Scoring from the heist but I wanted mine purer

Aryan blonde hair blue eyed like the fhrer
The judge and the jury the jewelry mad froze
Water colors on my neck $#&@ rhyming when you blinding ^!$$%s

We ain't the same color clarity of diamond ^!$$%
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

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

I was pissin' my shorts having rich ^!$$% thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought
Over night I seen a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% too fly

Top down tank top I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled the rebel ^!$$% 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 hatred you empty my ^!$$% it shows
Follow them codes ain't no love for these hoes
If you slip and you fall I got you my ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s' grandmothers $$#aulted

Throw a gang sign dare you do something about it
$#&@ 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 ^!$$% hold on
If you right or you wrong if you riding come on
By the end of this song I got you my ^!$$% hold on

I got you my ^!$$% hold on I got you my ^!$$% hold on
If you slipping you fall I got you my ^!$$% hold on
If you right or you wrong if you riding come on

By the end of this song I got you my ni