Chin up (Outro)

Chin up Put your head up Get your chest out Get your bread up Chin up Put your head up Get your chest out Get your bread up (boom, boom) Yo, chin up (boom, boom) Put your head up (boom, boom) Get your chest out (boom, boom) Get your bread up (boom, boom) Yo, chin up (boom, boom) Put your head up (boom, boom) Get your chest out (boom, boom) Get your bread up (boom, boom) Yo, first and foremost we gon' be good my nigga Shit, try and stop me, I wish you would my nigga Shit, S on my chest, I gotta rescue a check Get with this shit or get left, I think you should my nigga (Yeah) I said we're sitting on a pot of gold, you kinda bold You more like Pippen and I'm on a roll Regardless, keep your chin up and your chest out Take it day by day, get your bread, figure the rest out I remember way back when, when we were hella stressed out Now I've got my feet up and my legs are stretched out And we got a pool and a crib that's hella decked out The game's getting spoiled, we're the one's that you done left out Ever since I was a youngin', I was fitted when I stepped out Toothbrush soaked in water, strawberries looking fresh now Now Groggsy got a daughter, Uncle Nate feeling blessed now Shout out to this rap shit, got my chin up and my chest out Smoking too much, got my chest looking caved in Looking in the mirror like nobody could save him Started popping off and had nothing to say then If you don't like it, get the fuck up out my way then You gotta get up, get out or get something, be a brave man Hooping at the park, shit recording in the basement On YouTube watch tutorials, wondering how to make it Shit we all dreamers, my nigga you gotta chase it The game was looking ugly, we just gave it a facelift Success right in front of my face and I could taste it Posted in the dungeon fam, voice worth a hundred grand Still just a simple man, chilling in some dirty Vans I been had these when I recorded at my friend's crib Mason passed a .44, man you on some lame shit That's just how we thought back then, now we on some fame shit And they think they know me cause they knowing my last name shit We came a long ass way from the Dentist's Office Started getting love and labels making us offers Got the city mad, they don't wanna see us prosper The three of us are better than, their entire roster You gotta, take that shit, you can't just trust a process Ain't no taking handouts, ain't no fucking promises Ain't no wrong way about it when it comes to making profit You gotta do you bruh, ain't nothing gon' stop shit It's like a celebration everytime that we drop shit After Floss they were like, "How they gonna top it?" Leave em wanting more, they eat it up when we drop it You ain't gotta like us but the hustle, you can't knock it You ain't gotta, ask around to know that we been popping You can hear the influence, you know that they be jocking Nobody can take away the hours that we clocked in My niggas we made it, thank you all for copping