[Intro]
Hold on, just a little while longer
Hey
Hold on
Just a little while
Hold on, just a little while longer
Hey
Hold on
[Verse 1: 1K Phew]
Yeah, let’s go
Hold on
Thank you God
We made it out the struggle just to move on
Never thought you’d come forgive me if I do wrong
I’ve been feeling guilty in the battlefield for too long
Family with me too strong
Change is coming just like Sam Cooke said
I done put the trenches on my back just like a book bag
I’m making sure my shades are tinted black so I don’t look sad
The last thing I want is making the fam look bad
The last thing
So Imma hold on and keep it sanitary
Hold on
Wе stacking my chips and giving commissary
I don’t wanna see all my brothers deep in that cemetеry
They get PTSD from them shots without the military
Had to look for God through adventures
I’m yelling where is Perry
And I’ve been a solider
These demons sweeter than red cherries
God is so official, He saw Mary then called Carey
He’s still alive even though crucified, dead and buried
Yeah, I walked through the valley
I told em I ain’t scarred
I’m not
I turn the mic up and cook it
I’m teaching culinary
But I’m not Gordon Ramsay
And this ain’t Hell’s Kitchen
I put my life in the washer and now I smell different
I do
Wisdom, peace and love is what I be praying for
I ain’t even gon’ cap to y’all, I really should be praying more
Try to wake up early for devotions but I pray it forward
Every time I pop it off with God I should be saying more
Hold on, just a little while longer
Hey
Hold on
Just a little while
Hold on, just a little while longer
Hey
Hold on
[Verse 1: 1K Phew]
Yeah, let’s go
Hold on
Thank you God
We made it out the struggle just to move on
Never thought you’d come forgive me if I do wrong
I’ve been feeling guilty in the battlefield for too long
Family with me too strong
Change is coming just like Sam Cooke said
I done put the trenches on my back just like a book bag
I’m making sure my shades are tinted black so I don’t look sad
The last thing I want is making the fam look bad
The last thing
So Imma hold on and keep it sanitary
Hold on
Wе stacking my chips and giving commissary
I don’t wanna see all my brothers deep in that cemetеry
They get PTSD from them shots without the military
Had to look for God through adventures
I’m yelling where is Perry
And I’ve been a solider
These demons sweeter than red cherries
God is so official, He saw Mary then called Carey
He’s still alive even though crucified, dead and buried
Yeah, I walked through the valley
I told em I ain’t scarred
I’m not
I turn the mic up and cook it
I’m teaching culinary
But I’m not Gordon Ramsay
And this ain’t Hell’s Kitchen
I put my life in the washer and now I smell different
I do
Wisdom, peace and love is what I be praying for
I ain’t even gon’ cap to y’all, I really should be praying more
Try to wake up early for devotions but I pray it forward
Every time I pop it off with God I should be saying more
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