Chin up (Outro) - Injury Reserve

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 in a minor role

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 is 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 first had 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 jocking

Nobody can take away the hours that we clocked in

My niggas we made it, thank you all for copping