Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin - Chin Up lyrics

I got friends that need, family to feed
Friends that need, family to feed

(Bricksqaud Monopoly)
The industry grew me up mentally
Physically, financially ya'll can't
Fuck with me
I'm soon to be in the top three put it on the
Beat my G partner got two, Brother got two
Momma got five momma got eight it ain't
Bout cake plus a nigga I'm
Straight eat it out
The pot I don't need no plate, you can ask
My girl I don't need no date four singles up
Aye shawty you late sleep when I'm dead meet
Me at my wake ninety-five problems like the
Beast awake (west side) everytime they hate
I act alright i love
Every beat southside make
They call me mister eight
Oh-eight roll up blunts
I don't do no shake house on the
Hill I don't want no lake
Pump yo bricks why u worried bout us monopoly
Boys in the squad I trust plus
I got friends in need, family
To feed flag in my pocket as
Unity not the same person I
Used to be i ain't going nowhere
Get used to me Flocka!

Pick yo chin up
(Flocka) don't walk with your head down
Those just words don't let
Them knock you down
I got friends that need, family to feed
Friends that need, family to feed
All for one one for all
One swing we all swing
All these niggas they got my back
A mill ticket that's chump
Change I got friends that need
Family to feed
Friends that need, family to feed

Cause gettin' money don't make shit (Nope)
Nigga never gave me nothing, had to take shit
Whole hood rep blue like the Patriots (Squad)
Got the Glock like nigga do the matrix (Pow)
Niggas start breaking laws
Fuck jail went to court
Judge was like no bail
(Shit) I don seen a lot of things on the
Dope scale i ain't trap rob
A nigga wholesale fifty deep
Everybody gotta eat
(gotta eat) one bed everybody gotta sleep
(Gotta sleep) spend hours in the
Line just to folks put barack in the office
Nigga still broke daddy beat momma
Ass, yeah I had it rough fucked a
Nigga up so I got big enough
Did shit nigga hoping to do
Why you want my autograph nigga
I'm broker than u momma cried, two jobs two
Work forgive me my God, I'm fucked up
Times hard dirty shoes
Rent due, D Moss we miss you behind the mic
They don't
Know what Slim D been through dunk!

Pick yo chin up
(Flocka) don't walk with your head down
Those just words don't let
Them knock you down
I got friends that need, family to feed
Friends that need, family to feed
All for one one for all
One swing we all swing
All these niggas they got my back
A mill ticket that's chump
Change I got friends that need
Family to feed
Friends that need, family to feed