Hold your ground Feat. Crow & Vince Henderson

First verse:

Your on top

Nothing can stop you

Your feeling myself

your the man

Getting money and women is the plan

young minded

Blinded by the glamor and the glitz

No more grinding

You making money eating off the hits

The hood love you

The block free all up in the club

Yall living life

Nobody got a care in the world

Rock ice

Forget the price

you got paper to burn

Fuck slaving for minimum wages

You tearing up stages

Traveling to places

Doing shows for difference races

Tour life amazing

People saying that you changing

That's when you know that made it

That's when think know that made it

When the people around changing

Cause you ain't making payments

and them child support statements

Need to be consolidated

Friend dissipating and the hate is heavy

But you roll with the punches not focused on the envy

Chorus:

Some people gon change up

My message to you

Is to hold your ground

everybody ain't the same

Everybbody ain't to blame

But gotta watch who your round

People gon change

But you gotta hold your ground

Yeh

But you gotta hold your ground

Second verse:

Paper work signed

everything fabulous

Didn't pay it no mind

Seeing other move scandalous

With the not me aspect

Living in a dream

your peers blow up

Give you hope

That you up next

The street telling

Label telling you what you want to hear

Your naive to fear

The outcome of lost didn't seem so near

Didn't see the signs

You blinded by Hell

Disquised with a pretty face hammer and some nails

Working the wicked

Getting money off of your sells

Friends switching up

Cause the funds getting low

Your girl acting up Cause the shit moving slow

Bills on the way and the kids need coats

You was once the man now see you as joke

The moral of the story

Is people will play you close

Once the parasites done they search for a new host

Chorus:

Some people gon change up

My message to you

Is to hold your ground

everybody ain't the same

Everybbody ain't to blame

But gotta watch who your round

People gon change

But you gotta hold your ground

Yeh

But you gotta hold your ground

Poet - Crow:

Excuse my strong

I wont allow you to move me for your entertainment

I am comfortable in my stubborn

Ive stood up after falling and found myself taller than my short comings

There is no autonomy for the atomic

I become better after being broken

Mended to my mistakes, I stay hard on myself

There is armor after surviving karma

Add determined to my resume

Discarded when I could only be generous with my words

Save me from my next sentence

The way Ive been written will never match their portraits of me

Too many orphans and coffins for me

Ignorance is a road map to know where

And Im tired of being lost

My soul is sober from seeing

They market designer blind folds

So I offer Braille and texture even in my tone

Until you can finally feel me

Please excuse my strong, I dont follow I lead

Removed the lead from my cadaver and I began to breathe

Growth is painful

Only my GOD and more growth can Aleve

It hurts to think you think I am not good enough

You rather I be less than what I am

Instead of complete in my potential

My hang-ups I got call waiting

But my higher power got long distance and caller ID

Incarcerated scarfaces tell them Im still free