[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