Chin Up lyrics

by

Nicki Minaj


[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*ck 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*gga 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*ggas 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*t (Nope)
n*gga never gave me nothing, had to take sh*t
Whole hood rep blue like the Patriots (Squad)
Got the Glock like n*gga do the matrix (Pow)
n*ggas start breaking laws, f*ck jail. Went to court
Judge was like no bail (sh*t) I don seen a lot of things on the
Dope scale. I ain't trap rob a n*gga 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, n*gga still broke. Daddy beat momma
Ass, yeah I had it rough. f*cked a n*gga up so I got big enough
Did sh*t n*gga hoping to do, why you want my autograph n*gga
I'm broker than u. Momma cried, two jobs. two [?], work [?]
Forgive me my God, I'm f*cked 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*ggas 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]

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