[Intro: Talkin’ over the beat] Yeah… Sunset hittin’ the chrome, West Side steppin’ with that soul made of stone. My nihggaz still ridin’. Always. Listen… [Hook: Smooth & melodic with G-funk bounce] Got chrome in my veins, can’t numb this pain, My nihggaz in the ‘Lac, swervin’ down memory lane. We was born in the fire, now we walk through flames, Ain’t no peace in the streets, just money and names. Got chrome in my veins, heart cold like the Bay, My nihggaz never switch, OG’s don’t stray. From the corners of the struggle to the stars and fame, We ain’t never lookin’ back — West Coast in my frame. [Verse 1: Laid-back but sharp, storytelling vibe] Chrome gleamin’ in the sun, reflections of pain, Hood sermons in the breeze, I got truth in my chain. My nihggaz bounce like hydraulics with the strap on tuck, OGs show respect when you never gave up. Palm trees watch over when we talk to the sky, Lost brothers in the war, still we never ask why. It’s the code of the coast, where the vibe stay lethal, Talk sweet, get stung—ain’t no love for the feeble. Tales from the set, where the pride run deep, Where your enemies smile but they plot while you sleep. Chrome in my veins, so I move with grace, But that thump on my hip sayin’ “just in case.” [Hook: Drop back in smooth] Got chrome in my veins, can’t numb this pain, My nihggaz in the ‘Lac, swervin’ down memory lane. We was born in the fire, now we walk through flames, Ain’t no peace in the streets, just money and names. Got chrome in my veins, heart cold like the Bay, My nihggaz never switch, OG’s don’t stray. From the corners of the struggle to the stars and fame, We ain’t never lookin’ back — West Coast in my frame. [Verse 2: Raw & reflective, deeper story] Tales from the alleyways, dice games and fades, Candy paint drippin’, we was made in the shade. My nihggaz still post where they posted in ‘03, Sippin’ on the past while they buildin’ on peace. We ain’t just gangbang, nah, we build legacies, Still strapped, still cautious, but we plantin’ them seeds. If I die today, play this on a Crenshaw night, Let the speakers cry chrome, let my story ignite. One hand on the wheel, other grippin’ fate, Seen homies turn ghost ‘fore they hit twenty-eight. But my nihggaz hold strong, never fold to the game, Still here, still ridin’ with that chrome in they veins. [Bridge: Roddy Ricch-style harmonies—emotional, autotuned, melodic] Chrome in my bloodline, tears in the rain, I done seen too much to be numb to the flame. My nihggaz ride out with they heart in the trunk, Prayin’ for peace while they loadin’ it up. Pain in my melodies, scars in my notes, Voice of the trenches when the system’s broke. Westside soldier with a soul that aches, Still singin’ through the fire with that chrome in my veins… [Outro: Fade out, spoken words] From Long Beach to the Bay… My nihggaz stay solid like hundred-spoke Daytons… Chrome in the veins, stories in the paint. Westside forever.[Cut Song]
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