[Intro – Funky bassline with groovy guitar licks and light percussion] "They talk the talk, but can’t match my stride, I don’t just walk the stroll, baby, I glide." [Beat kicks in – upbeat drums with playful brass accents] --- [Verse 1 – Eva, playful and confident] "Click, clack, heels on the blade, These streets are my stage, I’m here to get paid. Swagger in my hips, game in my mind, Every step I take leaves the haters behind." "They call me trouble, they call me queen, But I don’t need their crowns, I know what I mean. Strut through the night with my head held high, I’m the one they can’t touch, I’m the reason they try." --- [Chorus – Funky and sassy, layered vocals] "Walk the walk, don’t just talk the talk, Every move I make makes the whole block stop. Lights flashin’, heads turnin’, girl, that’s my cue, If you wanna roll with me, better know what to do." "Walk the walk, don’t just talk the game, Confidence hits harder than fortune or fame. I own this stroll, girl, I make it mine, When I step, it’s perfection every single time." --- [Verse 2 – Eva, sassier tone, funkier rhythm in the beat] "Mirror, mirror, girl, look at me, I’m the baddest thing these streets ever seen. Lip gloss poppin’, confidence strong, Every corner I turn, the whole world sings along." "Fake smiles can’t phase me, I see through the lies, They try to steal my glow, but they can’t match my stride. I don’t chase the bag, the bag chases me, Baby, I’m the boss, don’t need no referee." --- [Chorus – Same as before, with ad-libs adding extra sass] "Walk the walk, don’t just talk the talk, Every move I make makes the whole block stop. Lights flashin’, heads turnin’, girl, that’s my cue, If you wanna roll with me, better know what to do." "Walk the walk, don’t just talk the game, Confidence hits harder than fortune or fame. I own this stroll, girl, I make it mine, When I step, it’s perfection every single time." --- [Bridge – Stripped-down beat with funky bass solo, playful vocals] "Heels clickin’, hips swayin’, baby, watch me glide, These streets ain’t loyal, but they bow when I stride. Girl, don’t talk about it, just show ‘em what you got, Confidence, power, baby, that’s the plot." [Brass section builds back up, transitioning to the final chorus] --- [Final Chorus – Full intensity with layered harmonies, brass, and percussion] "Walk the walk, don’t just talk the talk, Every move I make makes the whole block stop. Lights flashin’, heads turnin’, girl, that’s my cue, If you wanna roll with me, better know what to do." "Walk the walk, don’t just talk the game, Confidence hits harder than fortune or fame. I own this stroll, girl, I make it mine, When I step, it’s perfection every single time." --- [Outro – Funky bassline fades out with playful ad-libs] "Don’t just walk, baby... glide."
