West Don't Sleep (Westside Gripp ft Dontaye)

Intro] (Talking) Still got dust on the soles… Still got hunger in the chest… West don’t sleep… It just reloads. ⸻ [Verse] Blacktop hotter than a furnace in July, Raised where your backbone matter more than your reply. City taught chess, every corner had a lesson, Turned survival into art with aggressive progression. Palm trees swaying while the helicopters circle, Pressure made diamonds, never folded under hurdles. Every loss stitched another scar into the fabric, Now I speak success like the hustle automatic. Concrete heartbeat under every pair of Chucks, Never needed luck, I was built for getting stuck. Now I’m breaking every chain they imagined on my name, Watch the smoke clear… I’m the one that fed the flame. Rearview full of nights they said I’d never rise, Now the windshield only showing bigger skies. No shortcuts carved into this elevation, Every move built another generation. Still ride slow… Windows low… Bass making every stop sign vibrate. They watch close… I say less… Success got a louder language anyway. Blueprint written in tire marks, Every victory came after dark. Neighborhood soul with executive vision, Made the impossible another decision. My circle small enough to fit inside a coupe, Too many voices make the destination mute. I built foundations while they chased applause, Now the same walls hanging up my awards. Money come… Money go… Character stay. Pressure hit… I don’t fold… I recalibrate. Westside bloodline… King without a crown. Every time I touch the mic… Another standard going down. ⸻ [Outro] They wasn’t waiting on me… So I built my own arrival. That’s West Coast.