Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chin up (Outro), artist - Injury Reserve. Album song Drive It Like It's Stolen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.10.2017
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
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 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 |