Cruisin' past palms, Boulevard in my lane

Chrome on the rims, diamonds dance like rain

Hollywood lights, reflecting off my chain

Grit on my voice, spitting raw uncut flame

Hoes everywhere, yeah, flex in the zone

Rolling deep crews with the streetlights on

Talk real slick, ain't afraid of the tone

West Coast forever, this my throne

Gunmetal gleam, black low low swayin'

OG threads, on the block still stayin'

Stories of the struggle while the tracks keep slayin'

Front to the back, hear the whole game payin'

Hoes everywhere, yeah, flex in the zone

Rolling deep crews with the streetlights on

Talk real slick, ain't afraid of the tone

West Coast forever, this my throne

Cali breeze hit, smokin' drippin' exotic

Enemies talk hard but they sound all robotic

Flip through the stacks, cashin' checks so hypnotic

Love from the streets, got the pulse so melodic

Leather seats reclined, see the city unwind

Power moves made gotta stay on the grind

Eagle-eye vision, won't leave it behind

Legacy written, already defined

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Palm trees swayin', but my block stay cold

Dice in my hands, every corner got them stories retold

Streetlights flicker, shadows sharp as my blade

In this city of angels, halos constantly fade

Hoes everywhere, city don't sleep

From the hills to the hood, secrets they keep

Dreams get murked in the land of the tough

LA streets hittin' harder, man, enough ain't enough

Cruisin' down Crenshaw, speakers hittin' that zap

Black and chrome rims, attitude full of snap

Sunset so grimy, no Hollywood fuzz

Only bottles crack open, ain't no champagne buzz

Tile-floor scars where the battles began

From the eastside hustle to the struggles of man

The smoke don't clear, just drifts with the vibe

West coast anthem keepin' spirits alive

Hood dreams sharper than Dunk's clean pair

Survival cutthroat, ain't no love to spare

Homies tattooed, carrying weight of the pain

Meters keep tickin', another dollar in the game

Hoes everywhere, city don't sleep

From the hills to the hood, secrets they keep

Dreams get murked in the land of the tough

LA streets hittin' harder, man, enough ain't enough

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