Chin Up Lyrics - Triple F Life: Fans, Friends & Family - Waka Flocka Flame

(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 yall cant fuck with me. 

Im 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 aint 

bout cake plus a nigga im straight. Eat it out 

the pot I dont need no plate, you can ask 

my girl I dont need no date. Four singles up 

aye shawty you late. Sleep when im 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 dont do no shake. House on the hill I dont 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 aint going nowhere, get used to me Flocka! 

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Hook 

Pick yo chin up (Flocka) dont walk with your head down. 

Those just words dont 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 niggas they got my back, a mill ticket thats chump 

change I got friends that need, family to feed 

friends that need, family to feed (x3) 

Slim Dunkin 

Cause gettin' money dont 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 aint trap rob a nigga 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, 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 

im broker than u. Momma cried, two jobs. two?, work?. 

Forgive me my God, im fucked up, times hard. Dirty shoes 

rent due, D Moss we miss you. Behind the mic, they dont 

know what Slim D been through.Dunk! 

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Hook 

Pick yo chin up (Flocka) dont walk with your head down. 

Those just words dont 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 niggas they got my back, a mill ticket thats chump 

change I got friends that need, family to feed 

friends that need, family to feed (x3)