Street Sonata

Cruising down the boulevard,

windows down low Stacking paper daily,

never moving slow Hustle in my blood,

eyes sharp on the prize West side legend in the making,

no disguise (yeah)

Rolling through the night with the bass on blast West Coast kings,

we built to last Grit in the voice,

fire in the soul Claiming every block,

that's how we roll (uh huh)

Late night sessions plotting next big move Loyalty runs deep,

fake ones get removed From the block to the top,

story still unfolds Every scar a lesson,

every win is gold (haha)

Rolling through the night with the bass on blast West Coast kings,

we built to last Grit in the voice,

fire in the soul Claiming every block,

that's how we roll (yeah)

Lights flash slow, mind stays sharp

Every move calculated from the start (ahhh)

Rolling through the night with the bass on blast West Coast kings,

we built to last Grit in the voice,

fire in the soul Claiming every block,

that's how we roll (ooh) Fade into the night,

story never ends West Coast forever,

legends never bend