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[Intro: Ritchie with a T]Chin upPut your head upGet your chest outGet your bread upChin upPut your head upGet your chest outGet 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)[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]Yo, first and foremost we gon' be good my niggaShit, try and stop me, I wish you would my niggaShit, S on my chest, I gotta rescue a checkGet 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 boldYou more like Pippen in a minor roleRegardless, keep your chin up and your chest outTake it day by day, get your bread, figure the rest out[Verse 2: Stepa J. Groggs]I remember way back when, when we were hella stressed outNow I've got my feet up and my legs are stretched outAnd we got a pool and a crib that's hella decked outThe game's getting spoiled, we're the one's that you done left out[Verse 3: Ritchie with a T]Ever since I was a youngin', I was fitted when I stepped outToothbrush soaked in water, strawberries looking fresh nowNow Groggsy got a daughter, Uncle Nate is feeling blessed nowShout out to this rap shit, got my chin up and my chest out[Verse 4: Stepa J. Groggs]Smoking too much, got my chest looking caved inLooking in the mirror like nobody could save himStarted popping off and had nothing to say thenIf you don't like it, get the fuck up out my way then[Verse 5: Ritchie with a T]You gotta get up, get out or get something, be a brave manHooping at the park, shit recording in the basementOn YouTube watch tutorials, wondering how to make itShit we all dreamers, my nigga you gotta chase it[Verse 6: Stepa J. Groggs]The game was looking ugly, we just gave it a faceliftSuccess right in front of my face and I could taste itPosted in the dungeon fam, voice worth a hundred grandStill just a simple man, chilling in some dirty Vans[Verse 7: Ritchie with a T]I been had these when I first had recorded at my friend's cribMason passed a .44, man you on some lame shitThat's just how we thought back then, now we on some fame shitAnd they think they know me cause they knowing my last name shit[Verse 8: Stepa J. Groggs]We came a long ass way from the Dentist's OfficeStarted getting love and labels making us offersGot the city mad, they don't wanna see us prosperThe three of us are better than, their entire roster[Verse 9: Ritchie with a T]You gotta, take that shit, you can't just trust a processAin't no taking handouts, ain't no fucking promisesAin't no wrong way about it when it comes to making profitYou gotta do you bruh, ain't nothing gon' stop shit[Verse 10: Stepa J. Groggs]It's like a celebration everytime that we drop shitAfter Floss they were like, "How they gonna top it?"Leave em wanting more, they eat it up when we drop itYou ain't gotta like us but the hustle, you can't knock it[Verse 11: Ritchie with a T]You ain't gotta, ask around to know that we been poppingYou can hear the influence, you know that they jockingNobody can take away the hours that we clocked inMy niggas we made it, thank you all for copping