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