"Chin Up" lyrics
Put yo' motherfuckin' hands up
This shit fire, on my life
Cooked it up, did it right right right
Told them motherfuckers stand up
And even when you get knocked down, right when you get up
Better keep your
Chin up
Chin up
Shit going wild, still got my chin up
Little hoe chin up, or be my dinner
Pick your chin up, hit your chin up
And kiss your pin up
We are sinners
To be a winner
Better pick your chi- ooh ooh
I ain't fucking with the world, shit gone brazy
I just did a couple shows from Wisconsin to Carson, shit gone pay me
Peanut butter skinned nigga
Baby brother out to get 'em
Older brother from the 80s
Look at my face, Sam Pa sé
My little Haitian, the only one that know I'm going crazy
Wish I could say I've been feeling great, I swear as of late it's been rocky
But that's on my Creed and my future seed, I won't let no little nigga outbox me
'Cuz I'm really like that, I want to fight back
With my hands tied while I'm looking at the sky
Tears falling out my eyepatch, I need an ice pack
If that blow send me right to my nightcap, when I wake up
Put yo' motherfuckin' hands up
This shit fire, on my life
Cooked it up, did it right right right
Told them motherfuckers stand up
And even when you get knocked down, right when you get up
Better keep your
Chin up
Chin up
Shit going wild, still got my chin up
Little hoe chin up, or be my dinner
Pick your chin up, hit your chin up
And kiss your pin up
We are sinners
To be a winner
Better pick your chi- ooh ooh
This starting to feel like heaven
The young bro Devon came home, he was gone for a minute, now he back with his son and it took like seven
I know he couldn't wait to tell him how much he proud of him
That he gone stick around for him, teach him important lessons
He hit me like, "Smoke, what I miss?"
I told him, homie I don't mean to dis
But I got a confession, game's been fucked up since
Got me outside on some Huff puff shit
Blow this house down, Imma buck buck dip
Then I bounced down on some hush-hush shit
I done fucked up, damn
Ooh ahh, regardless of what my view saw
Could hardly just think of two opps that stopped me from living this life
And with my chin high, I just close my eyes saying
Don't wake me up till it's over now
I'm dreaming of heaven
Don't wake me up till it's over now
Chin up
Chin up
Shit going wild, still got my chin up
Little hoe chin up, or be my dinner
Pick your chin up, hit your chin up
And kiss your pin up
We are sinners
To be a winner
Better pick your chi- ooh ooh
Con mis ojos cerrados, se mira mejor
Perfecto, con cada error
Completo, con cada mirada el espejo, me dice, no tengas temor
No tengas temor
La venganza belongs to the Lord
Alabanzas arriba al cielo
With both feet on the floor
10 toes down, I could grip the carpet
Defend no clowns, I am builder, architect, plus I got the God connect
Hands clean, ain't took out the garbage yet
Off with their heads, all of them awful. I'm awesome. I ought to warn them
Who they caution next?
Got my blade out and I'm aiming at their necks
BIG TARGET, like they was an ostrich
Hardly ever impressed by these bitch niggas
And seeing me is what you wish, nigga
You can throw the pitch hundred mile per hour, the fastball
Leave rap still wouldn't miss, nigga
The Omaha homie told them all, call the dogs off
Got a sawed off plus he a switch hitter
We were saying free Mally Mall, free 'em all
Get 'em off the yard, chin up until you get with us
SUPAAAAAAAAA
This shit fire, on my life
Cooked it up, did it right right right
Told them motherfuckers stand up
And even when you get knocked down, right when you get up
Better keep your
Chin up
Chin up
Shit going wild, still got my chin up
Little hoe chin up, or be my dinner
Pick your chin up, hit your chin up
And kiss your pin up
We are sinners
To be a winner
Better pick your chi- ooh ooh
I ain't fucking with the world, shit gone brazy
I just did a couple shows from Wisconsin to Carson, shit gone pay me
Peanut butter skinned nigga
Baby brother out to get 'em
Older brother from the 80s
Look at my face, Sam Pa sé
My little Haitian, the only one that know I'm going crazy
Wish I could say I've been feeling great, I swear as of late it's been rocky
But that's on my Creed and my future seed, I won't let no little nigga outbox me
'Cuz I'm really like that, I want to fight back
With my hands tied while I'm looking at the sky
Tears falling out my eyepatch, I need an ice pack
If that blow send me right to my nightcap, when I wake up
Put yo' motherfuckin' hands up
This shit fire, on my life
Cooked it up, did it right right right
Told them motherfuckers stand up
And even when you get knocked down, right when you get up
Better keep your
Chin up
Chin up
Shit going wild, still got my chin up
Little hoe chin up, or be my dinner
Pick your chin up, hit your chin up
And kiss your pin up
We are sinners
To be a winner
Better pick your chi- ooh ooh
This starting to feel like heaven
The young bro Devon came home, he was gone for a minute, now he back with his son and it took like seven
I know he couldn't wait to tell him how much he proud of him
That he gone stick around for him, teach him important lessons
He hit me like, "Smoke, what I miss?"
I told him, homie I don't mean to dis
But I got a confession, game's been fucked up since
Got me outside on some Huff puff shit
Blow this house down, Imma buck buck dip
Then I bounced down on some hush-hush shit
I done fucked up, damn
Ooh ahh, regardless of what my view saw
Could hardly just think of two opps that stopped me from living this life
And with my chin high, I just close my eyes saying
Don't wake me up till it's over now
I'm dreaming of heaven
Don't wake me up till it's over now
Chin up
Chin up
Shit going wild, still got my chin up
Little hoe chin up, or be my dinner
Pick your chin up, hit your chin up
And kiss your pin up
We are sinners
To be a winner
Better pick your chi- ooh ooh
Con mis ojos cerrados, se mira mejor
Perfecto, con cada error
Completo, con cada mirada el espejo, me dice, no tengas temor
No tengas temor
La venganza belongs to the Lord
Alabanzas arriba al cielo
With both feet on the floor
10 toes down, I could grip the carpet
Defend no clowns, I am builder, architect, plus I got the God connect
Hands clean, ain't took out the garbage yet
Off with their heads, all of them awful. I'm awesome. I ought to warn them
Who they caution next?
Got my blade out and I'm aiming at their necks
BIG TARGET, like they was an ostrich
Hardly ever impressed by these bitch niggas
And seeing me is what you wish, nigga
You can throw the pitch hundred mile per hour, the fastball
Leave rap still wouldn't miss, nigga
The Omaha homie told them all, call the dogs off
Got a sawed off plus he a switch hitter
We were saying free Mally Mall, free 'em all
Get 'em off the yard, chin up until you get with us
SUPAAAAAAAAA
