Coastline Syndicate

Yeah From the lakefront to the Pacific

(whoa) Same story, different code

Windy city chill but the palm trees sway Cold-hearted shooters where the

warm winds play

No safe zones from the South Side to the Bay We keep

the engine running, never park it in the gray (never)

Underneath the golden sun,

we keep it freezing cold

Half of us are young,

the other half will not grow old

From the blocks of Michigan to Crenshaw Boulevard

Keep your guard up,

yeah, the boulevard is hard

Two worlds collide, the gangway and the block We learned to move

in silence, never watching on the clock Ice in our veins under

ninety-degree heat A different kind of hunger when you walking on this

street

(watch your step)

Underneath the golden sun,

we keep it freezing cold

Half of us are young,

the other half will not grow old

From the blocks of Michigan to Crenshaw Boulevard

Keep your guard up,

yeah, the boulevard is hard

Yeah

West Coast chill, Midwest grit

Same shadow

We out