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Down Lockway
Hip-Hop/Rap
Down Lockway was released on November 7, 2025 by Cawner as a part of the album Down Lockway - Single
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Release DateNovember 7, 2025
LabelCawner
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cawner
Cawner
Performer
Andreas Karaglanis
Andreas Karaglanis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andreas Karaglanis
Andreas Karaglanis
Songwriter
Jamie Lacy
Jamie Lacy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Connor Wings
Connor Wings
Recording Engineer, Assistant Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Co-Producer, Mastering Engineer, Graphic Design

Lyrics

I making money thats racks (that’s racks, thats racks, yea)
She wanna stay thats lax (thats lax, yea)
My people ain’t rocking no lack (no lack)
She fucking with me for a fact
She fucking with me for a (what)
She fucking with me that’s on god (on god)
When talking the game, I’m on top (what)
Fucking for fame, that’s a lot
She fucking on me, she fucking for what? (yea)
Take a step back, I stop
Introspection, yea that’s speaking a lot
Write it down, I ain’t gon piss in ya pot
Ain’t gon fuck with the game, let my talent get caught (congro, congro, how you feeling bruh)
Ain’t taking shit back, she ask for a different me
I liked you a lot, why I putchu in Tiffany
Writing like Mac, thought deep like epiphany
She turning her back, I’m thinking why silly me
Charged up like vory mob, deep, amazing
She keep quizzing me, she ask if I’m staying
Aint be thinking bout money or hoes, I be lacing
I got love for the game cus my love for her fading
Veto this bitch till she throw a fit
I don’t got money, just let it sit
I don’t got drip, I just throw on knits
Form a circle, bitch form a pit
Under the bridge, go away, you a no show (no show)
When u run away it feel like im slo-mo
Keep her out of plans, ain’t wanna go tho
Feel like Andreas the way she get fomo
Go home
Empty apartments that’s filled with ghosts, gotta go hoe (go hoe)
Move bro
Imma make it one day, that shits on my bros soul (bros soul)
Tip toe
Game moving slower, that’s why I stay moving slow doe (bro grow)
Bro grow
Follow my trail, but I’m eating all the cocoa
Top down on the coupe, come swerve around
All hands on deck, I'm with my group
And we turn it round, spinning rubber, ran the race
Now I'm moving sideways, split apart make it all part
Keep it going, like it paving pathways, and i do it all day
Money in my pocket, got it folded like a blueprint,
Every step I take, got the game in a full sprint.
I been on the wave, now my windows got a deep tint
Woke up feeling more grand (more grand)
Bitch see me and my fans
Bitch come, and she all hands
Get up, making more bands (bands)
It's loud, I making em stand
Move fast, i do what I can
In the booth I'm Scribbling pen
They find that there is no end (no end)
Down lockway that be the alley way (alley way)
Call up the gang they be flying away (flying away)
I be with dog i be calling him stray
Pulling them streams imma get that pay (get that pay)
Down on the track they be calling me Ray
In the pitcrew since the start of the race
Hop on this shit i be setting the pace
No slowing down like i'm the king of the bass
Swerving in the royce i aint have no choice
Fleeing from the cops thats a 5 star chase
Speeding in this shit like ill win this race
Winning for the stans while they call me laced
Taking your life like they call me death
Please dont make me go into depth
Fucking this ho i call her beth
Rest in this bitch i take a breathe
She want come fuck with me outrages
My vibe, style, flow, allat contagious
She want take me out, do that in stages
Fill in time sheets, I’m all out of spaces
Taking yo time
This fucking sublime
The lines coming out as crimes
She stealing my shine
I can’t say I need you but you need me all on my dime
I making money thats racks (that’s racks, thats racks, yea)
She wanna stay thats lax (thats lax, yea)
My people ain’t rocking no lack (no lack)
She fucking with me for a fact
She fucking with me for a (what)
She fucking with me that’s on god (on god)
When talking the game, I’m on top (what)
Fucking for fame, that’s a lot
She fucking on me, she fucking for what? (yea)
Take a step back, I stop
Introspection, yea that’s speaking a lot
Write it down, I ain’t gon piss in ya pot
Ain’t gon fuck with the game, let my talent get caught (yea)
Written by: Andreas Karaglanis, Connor Wings, Jamie Lacy
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