"Chrome Hearts Interlude" lyrics

Walk it down, walk it down

Uh, walk up on the stage (Uh, walk it down)
Bitches crazy, damn near fucked the crowd (Walk it down, uh)
Different spots, switch the location
We get crazy out of town (Ayy, where he at, nigga?)
Huh, said, "Fuck the world" and walked it down, nigga (Ayy, walked the world down)
Chrome Heart hat, Chrome Heart shades like a rockstar (Woah)
He lost his life for ten K
Killers swing the AR like a guitar (Woah)
Run through the money all day, this shit like practice for the playoffs (Slatt, slatt)
I make music for them young niggas (Slatt, slatt)
Who slime and still take off (Get it in, nigga, on gang)
Rob for a check with this pressure (Woah, woah)
All I know is how to shoot that fire and get my check up
Robbin', finesser
Man, fuck a job, we work the block
My nigga Beno died, a setup
Gon' kill that man and fold they block
Fuck our opps, got my hood back, gang land, 2Pac
I don't need it, got to see the 4K
Go crack a fold and catch a opp
Know Queez lookin' down on me like we made it
Mix match designer, drip the latest
I wish heaven had a phone, tell my grandma that her baby lit
Aunty died, uncle died, shit, even my sister too (And that ain't all of 'em, uh)
Homicide, this shit on my mind since 'bout the age of two
I ain't never tried to be somethin' I ain't, I'm too gangster, fool
Nigga be swearin' they want the smoke 'til we walk down and smoke your crew