Cornerstone Loyalty

Yeah, yeah West Coast vintage ride

I'm on the corner where we used to sit and watch the

world go by No fancy cars,

just the homies under the West Coast sky They ask me why

I never left, why I stay right on the block Because loyalty

is more than just a number on the clock

We shared the bread,

we shared the struggle,

kept each other fed I hold the line for everyone who listened

to what I said (for real)

This is for the day-ones,

the ones who never fold

More than silver, more than heavy gold

(that's loyalty) We stand together

while the seasons fade

On the concrete where our vows were made

They chase the bright lights,

but the bright lights fade to grey I'd rather guard the gateway

where my people learn to play A promise in the dark,

a hand upon your brother's shoulder We carry all the stories as

the neighborhood gets older

No synthetic trends, just the truth inside the rhyme Keeping it 100

till the very end of time (straight up)

This is for the day-ones,

the ones who never fold

More than silver, more than heavy gold (that's loyalty) We stand together

while the seasons fade

On the concrete where our vows were made Yeah,

keeping it locked to the pavement

For the real ones (out)