"Walk2Chow" lyrics
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
He gonna take the 20, pleadin' out, or shhh, gone 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 Eva they see me on that walk to chow
100 onna lawyer, coulda bought a dwelly
My codefendant took a quarter, man, that shit was heavy
60 feds front the crib, nigga 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 feds 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 from Boston got me puttin' shit on dead dogs
You ain't never woke up in a pen
Or had to see your baby growing up in pics
You ain't mix ya chicken with ya fish
Or had to yell through a vent
To a nigga that won't make it home till 2086
Chain gang tough togetha on that van trip
We gone 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 man switch
Call me bro, but it ain't show
Nigga did me dirty
We was sinnin' early
Mama used to play the kitchen worried
Notha mission, Curry
All this spinning, man, this shit get blurry
How I tell my daughter if I lose, they gone give me 30?
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 gone wait for me
Nightmares of nigga that we put to sleep chasin' me
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, nigga looked off
Hella times I could have sent play
Nigga pushed pause
Baby bro ain't never played sports, he poppin' footballs
We just put a motion in for gang to get a betta sentence
If she ain't the daughter of my grandma, bitch can't tell me listen
If you know my body like I do, nigga never snitchin'
I ain't carry commissary ever, I'm worth seven digits
God, why you took dog?
Still stood tall
Fed yard '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
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
He gonna take the 20, pleadin' out, or shhh, gone 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 Eva they see me on that walk to chow
100 onna lawyer, coulda bought a dwelly
My codefendant took a quarter, man, that shit was heavy
60 feds front the crib, nigga 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 feds 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 from Boston got me puttin' shit on dead dogs
You ain't never woke up in a pen
Or had to see your baby growing up in pics
You ain't mix ya chicken with ya fish
Or had to yell through a vent
To a nigga that won't make it home till 2086
Chain gang tough togetha on that van trip
We gone 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 man switch
Call me bro, but it ain't show
Nigga did me dirty
We was sinnin' early
Mama used to play the kitchen worried
Notha mission, Curry
All this spinning, man, this shit get blurry
How I tell my daughter if I lose, they gone give me 30?
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 gone wait for me
Nightmares of nigga that we put to sleep chasin' me
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, nigga looked off
Hella times I could have sent play
Nigga pushed pause
Baby bro ain't never played sports, he poppin' footballs
We just put a motion in for gang to get a betta sentence
If she ain't the daughter of my grandma, bitch can't tell me listen
If you know my body like I do, nigga never snitchin'
I ain't carry commissary ever, I'm worth seven digits
God, why you took dog?
Still stood tall
Fed yard '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
