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conversations.value: Write me a song called Hold On with the following description: On “Hold On,” Pusha T and Rick Ross offer their verses as encouragement for people in disenfranchised environments who have to survive by hustling on the streets—both legally and illegally.
  Throughout Pusha T’s verse, he asserts his credibility by mentioning his previous habit of selling cocaine and how he continues to hustle with the same mentality through his music. He also references the systemic injustice that many Black people face in America. Despite enduring the struggles of being a Black man in America, Pusha rose up to become one of the most successful hip hop artists of all time. He hopes that his life may be used as motivation.
  Throughout Ross’s verse, he reminisces on what his life was like as a child growing up in the hood. Just like Push in the first verse, Ross also uses his swaggering punchlines and metaphors as motivation for young people trying to make it out of their impoverished conditions. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by Hudson Mohawke & Kanye West]
  [Intro]
  [Kanye West harmonizes for 25 seconds]
  [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 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 heights but I wanted mine purer
  Aryan, blonde hair, blue-eyed like the Führer
  The judge and the jury, the jewellery mad froze
  Watercolors 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
  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 [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I was pissing my shorts, having rich nigga thoughts
  Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought
  Overnight 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 [Outro: Rick Ross, 
  Pusha T
   & 
  Together
  ]
  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
  I got you, my nigga, hold on
  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
  I got you, my nigga, hold on
  I got you, my nigga, hold on
  I got you, my nigga, hold on
  I got you, my nigga, hold on