[Intro] "To my wonderful niece Morgane, my sweet frangipane — With all my love, this song is for you. Happy birthday!" [MC 1] West Coast sunrise, smoke curls in the air, 808 thunder, truth ripples everywhere. Dre vibes in the veins, every lyric with flair, Reality’s raw — let the fake ones beware. [Verse 1] [MC 1] I architect dreams, blueprint every sound, Nightmares of despair, but I’m standing my ground. Truth on my head, lies braided in my crown, Riding through static while the system breaks down.Snare sharp, bass deep, earthquake in the trunk, [Build-up] Freedom locked tight, every cage got a funk. Time’s ticking loud, rebels still late, Paid my dues in the struggle, heavy on the slate. [Chorus] [MC 2 & Harmonies] Move in the paradox, ride in reverse, Play back the hustle, rehearse every verse. Toast to the struggle, sip for the pain, Raise up your glass to the streets and the rain. [Verse 2][MC 3] Enemies close, friends drift away, Beginnings skip endings, hustling for that pay. Sin in my soul when I kneel to pray, Preach to the crowd, pour shots — let them sway.The free world’s twisted by old names and games, Bush-league moves, Dick and Colon with claims. Smile of a tyrant, liberty betrayed, Virtues for sale, all dignity weighed. [Bridge: Fade in] [MC 1 & 3] Vonnegut shoes on, tip-toe the edge, Laugh at the cosmic while I walk on a ledge. Moon in my smile, fist up in defiance, [Breakdown] Question existence, but trust in alliance.[Chorus]Move in the paradox, ride in reverse, Play back the hustle, rehearse every verse. Toast to the struggle, sip for the pain, Raise up your glass to the streets and the rain. [Bridge: Verse 3] [MC 2] Smart in my dumbness, fly when I fall, Six feet above, still hearing the call. Whisper in thunder, yawn in the rush, Dreams on the chase — adrenaline flush.Castles of nonsense, proof airtight, Joke when I’m real, tears in the night. Promise forever, wave my goodbye, Dre on the beat — now let the real ones fly.[Final Chorus/Outro] West Coast legend, Dre cuts on the mix, Bounce in the rhythm, verses like bricks. Truth wears the crown, facts in disguise, Raise up your voice — watch the real ones rise. [END].
