Slim Dunkin - Chin Up lyrics

[Intro] I got friends that need, family to feed Friends that need, family to feed [x7] [Waka Flocka] (Bricksqaud Monopoly) The industry grew me up mentally Physically, financially ya'll can't f** 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 n***a 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! [Hook] 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 [x3] All for one one for all. One swing we all swing All these n***as 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 [x3] [Slim Dunkin] Cause gettin' money don't make sh** (Nope) n***a never gave me nothing, had to take sh** Whole hood rep blue like the Patriots (Squad) Got the Glock like n***a do the matrix (Pow) n***as start breaking laws, f** jail. Went to court Judge was like no bail (sh**) I don seen a lot of things on the Dope scale. I ain't trap rob a n***a wholesale. Fifty deep Everybody gotta eat (gotta eat) one bed everynody gotta sleep (Gotta sleep) spend hours in the line just to [?] folks. Put Barack in the office, n***a still broke. Daddy beat momma Ass, yeah I had it rough. f**ed a n***a up so I got big enough Did sh** n***a hoping to do, why you want my autograph n***a I'm broker than u. Momma cried, two jobs. two [?], work [?] Forgive me my God, I'm f**ed 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! [Hook] 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 [x3] All for one one for all. One swing we all swing All these n***as 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 [x3]