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Wolf Greys
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Wolf Greys was released on August 20, 2025 by Slum Baby Family LLC as a part of the album Cobra Son
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Release DateAugust 20, 2025
LabelSlum Baby Family LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
4200Kory
4200Kory
Vocals
Chauncey Graham
Chauncey Graham
Vocal Effects
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Graham
Chauncey Graham
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darion4real
Darion4real
Mixing Engineer
yujin
yujin
Producer

Lyrics

This is real life take you back to all the times on Rue Lemain
Who remains? It was me Marcus and Donovan in chains
It was bodies in the dumpsters, it was politics and lames
It was spending that whole summer waking up to grab a plate
6am with brother nem to rid our stomachs of the pain
In the cold we double bundled cause electric wasn’t paid
It was running from polices got me creasing my wolf grays
Worn out and sworn in, lifestyle I was born in
Don’t get no more holidays because the bread than ran thin
Don’t get no more room to save because the bills expensive
And mama tryna quit dancing, so in bob evans kitchen
It’s a heart of plight, black and white the appetite I got
Cause they acting like the afterlife ain’t far around my block
And my toes grip the soles of these dirty ass threes
Thinking who the f*** can I rob to come up on the 13s
So I’m in grind mode, tryna fit the innocent image
Bad b**** piss me off they never get how I kick it
I gotta chip on top my shoulder that’s to heavy to lift it
And when I say they can’t come over I don’t that they get it
Cause it’s parades, lotta bands lotta choppas and s***
Making noise in my apartments, so it’s hard to pretend
Like a sleepover an option, plus with all of them kids
You wouldn’t get a sec to rest, it ain’t too often I did
Baking soda and a toothbrush should get ya right
Don’t yah worry bout it too much, yah living life
What you want up on your tombstone for when ya die?
“Here lies the soul of a n**** who was never tied, but always tired”
Cause I was tucking laces, making faces at crooked statements
How dare you make it, seem as if though this was basic
Mama locking the door, said I won’t always get help
So I tie my shit a bit different than everyone else
And I ain’t fuck with pigs, so that method wasn’t my style
But nowadays I often think if that’s why i be so bound
On being everything but typical, lifestyle was difficult
But despite what they showed me I just figured it out
The vision wasn’t visible, was getting my steps
Because my Jays inside that living room was given in debt
I bit my tongue while the vamps worked they way at my neck
While I let the folks I met know they couldn’t mimic my steps
It was evening spent, tryna go and gather respect
Headphones in on the court telling n**** to check
Rather it was FUBU or USPA, I’ll never regret
The s*** I wore to wear the title that I earned because yessss
Baking soda and a toothbrush should get ya right
Don’t yah worry bout it too much, yah living life
What you want up on your tombstone for when ya die?
“Here lies the soul of a n**** who was never tired”
Written by: Chauncey Graham
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