Head Up Chest Out Lyrics

Came home to a zip broke it down in pieces straight to

The projects were the killas greet you I'm in the back

Of the trap where the geek's meet you if it's hot uptown

I move the trap to beech I be cutting the hank they still

Say its either Shine giving niggaz methods should of been

A teacher cell phone keep jumping bitch off the heater got

A call from my dawg herd you got it cheaper I gotta holla

At you tho its something bout your peoples they gotta

Bounty on ya head an niggaz tryna reach ya young niggaz

On my line tryna get a feature Blakkface out that county i'm

My cousins keeper

Head up chest out an don't cap with

Niggaz Kuddy Money go hard well

Known gorilla in a deuce on them

4z im'a trap nigga sliding through

With a forty on my lap nigga

Bought a chevy for a cool stack a couple plays an ima make

It back first round they say im going back looking up but i

Ain't looking back my own niggaz caked me broke when i

Was on my back them same niggaz want me front em now

I got the sack the game tought me ain't no friends when you

Counting rack these niggaz try to stalk your pockets when

You chasing stacks Kuddy get it out the mud ain't no doubting

Facts how these niggaz say they real when they fuck with rats

Most these niggaz say they real then they turn rat I'm just tryna

Get a deal an hope they free Black I'm just tryna catch a break

An hope they free black

Now my name popping up like chicken

Grease yeah I came up rocking Duckhead

With a starch crease project baby in the

Mourning eating cream of wheat free lunch

Baby promised I ain't never miss a beat

Three chains on my neck like a rap nigga throw back Buccaneers

Warren Sap nigga still taking chances betting on the craps nigga

If you don't get it out the mud you a house nigga how you

Getting rich setting on the couch nigga on the internet chasing

Clout nigga i'm concrete real street catch me on the pavement

I got some money calling most them niggaz faking an i don't

Pay attention when them niggaz hatting never knock the

Hustle focused on the bacon real g nigga addicted to the paper

Real g nigga addicted to the paper

Now my name popping up like chicken

Grease yeah I came up rocking Duckhead

With a starch crease project baby in the

Mourning eating cream of wheat free lunch

Baby promised I ain't never miss a beat