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Walk2Chow
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Walk2Chow wurde am 10. September 2026 von Raw Bunch als Teil des Albums REAL INSIDE COLD OUTSIDE veröffentlicht
10. September 2026
LabelRaw Bunch
SpracheEnglish
BPM90
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

[Chorus]
God, why You took dog?
Still stood tall, fed yards 'cause I'm good, y'all
I learned that ain't homie ain't your homie in this hood, y'all
I learned if you hit him in the head, body should fall
I still got bro numbers on my phone, wish I could call
[Verse 1]
He gonna take the twenty, pleadin' out or shh gone go to trial
Hit me, say he just seen what's-his-name, I told him, "Call me now"
Heard mommy crying in that court and couldn't turn around
Bloods holla whoop when ever they see me on that walk 2 chow
[Verse 2]
100 onna lawyer, could a bought a dwelly
My codefendant took a quarter, man, that shit was heavy
Sixty feds front the crib, **** wasn't ready
Just pray they didn't infiltrate, I pray the gang steady
Why you keep askin all these questions? Who you working wit?
I just feel a nervousness every time I'm in that church and shit
They gonna watch the 'Gram, you know the shit, so they can know who hit
My lil' bitch from out Chicago, she got me merch'n shit
Gotta switch the phone, another jack, I think the fed's called
Locked inside a box, you start to talkin' to them damn walls
He got hit with chop, it bit his calf, one his legs small
My lil' bitch from Boston got me puttin' shit on dead dogs
[Verse 3]
You ain't never woke up in a pen
Or had to see your baby growing up in pics
You ain't mix your chicken with your fish or had to yell through a vent
To a **** that won't make it home till 2086
[Verse 4]
Chain gang, tough together on that van trip
We gon' need ya docket sheet and transcripts
Fed pics, G shocks, tan shit
Lost trial, took his time, man, shit
Shit be hitting different when yo' mans switch
Call me bro but it ain't show, **** did me dirty
We' was sinnin' early, mama used to play the kitchen worrried
Nother mission curry, all this spinning, man, this shit get blurry
How I tell my daughter if I lose they gon' give me thirty
Says she know when something wrong, I told her pray for me
Pics and commissary for them comrades faithfully
Act like I believe her when she told me she gon' wait for me
Nightmares of **** that we put to sleep chasin' me
[Verse 5]
You don't get no credit being real
I ain't get no credit for them drills
They ain't give me credit when I told them killers chill and they chill
Right lawyer could get broke back on appeal
Me and Stamps in them hood halls
You don't fuck with me, I don't fuck with you, we good dog
Wanted an assist, I was open, **** looked off
Hella times I could have sent play, **** pushed pause
Baby bro ain't never played sports, he poppin' footballs
We just put a motion in for gang to get a better sentence
If she ain't the daughter of my grandma, bitch can't tell me listen
If you know my body like I do, **** never snitchin
I ain't carry commissary ever, I'm worth Seven Digits
[Chorus]
God, why You took dog?
Still stood tall, fed yards 'cause I'm good, y'all
I learned that ain't homie ain't your homie in this hood, y'all
I learned if you hit him in the head, body should fall
I still got bro numbers on my phone, wish I could call
Written by: Tsu Surf
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