Hold On

[Chorus] Hold on, all you gotta do is hold on There is no failure in God [Verse 1: Ty Farris] Vibrations from my adolescences No second guess I was grabbing weapons Aiming at these niggas tryna snatch my blessings Never been a punk I had to pass the message Long as I'm around my competition trapped in second The devil trying to get to me Malicious moments marinating in my memory When I'm gone hopefully the world will remember me This pen help dodge the penalty of the penitentiary This corny industry ah have you enemies Death sentence if you dissing me Distance myself from niggas Yeah i be the rebel I'm in a zone like I'm playing ball at the collegiate level River dancing with demons dodging em them on the daily Its crazy maybe it made me a maniac, in a Raiders hat You relate to that? A nigga with an attitude lost half his screws Half the time my dad in a halfway house, so the streets raised me But now im focus and hopefully nothing goes wrong Hold my head high, ya boy Ty tryna hold on [Chorus] Hold on, all you gotta do is hold on There is no failure in God [Verse 2: Ty Farris] This lifestyle is hereditary, yeah its extra scary The sidewalk stay looking like niggas just stepped on cherries Holy matrimony under the mattress is a magazine The source is filled with a hot 16 that ah snatch ya dreams Hope it don't come to that My offense is a defense Yall ride the radio waves till ya sea sick See the situations will never change If its embedded in ya brain That the only way to get fame Is become a slave to this game It's a shame Meanwhile my fans trying to find a vein They fiending for the flow and fortunately I provide the kane My life ain't perfect its no reason for me to hide the pain Won't sell my soul or compromise my morals just to sign my name Came from nothing, the gutter that's what i rep until the death of me Proof changed my life the night he message me Told me be a father to my daughter I was holding her at the time Rest in peace my nigga i love, i'm still focus on my grind [Chorus] Hold on, all you gotta do is hold on There is no failure in God [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9] Uh, Grandmomma gone man I'm alone Pay cash for the house, climb on the roof stand on my own Hand on my phone in a phantom on chrome I'm flabbergasted by who I'm actually speaking with Seems like just last week I was just trapped in a deep abyss Ratchet squeezing pleading the fifth Now i kick it with divas Leave ya chick with me its go be a Masterpiece theathe I'm go be Master P She go be looking cash to me Even though its actually cheaper to keep her Just as quick as the season switch I went from squeezing the beeper to squeezing clips We ill rash My legion is sick Pledging thee allegiance to liters and fifths Enemies become chicken fingers they meet us and dip We the best in this business Yall ah just be statistic Calling yourselves tryna beat us at this No luck Used to worry bout getting tongue from a bitch Now I just be making bitches give my Adidas a kiss Sho nuff [Chorus] Hold on, all you gotta do is hold on There is no failure in God Hold on, all you gotta do is hold on There is no failure in God