Intro (West Coast synths, police sirens fading into thick bass) Westside Gripp: Yeah… West never folded. Blue skies… palm trees… Still active. Hook (Maria T + Dontayẽ) Maria T: Side by side, we survived the pressure… Gold on the sunset, getting to the cheddar. No matter what they say… We’ll ride forever… Dontayẽ: West on my chest, got the city on fire. Chrome on the six, watch the whole block admire. They praying we fall… We just stack it up higher. Verse 1 (Dontayẽ) Back streets, black hoodie, dodging all the fake love. Built mine from nothing, now they looking what I’m made of. Bass hit heavy like the earthquake shaking Crenshaw. Every move calculated, never moving with my lens off. I ain’t chasing clout… I’m chasing ownership. Bought another dream… Now the whole crew owning it. Late nights… No sleep… Grinding till the sun rise. Looking in the mirror… Only competition both eyes. Verse 2 (Westside Gripp) Still got the scars… Never covered with designer. Every lesson made a king… Every loss became a grinder. Big body sliding… Candy paint reflecting heaven. OGs gave me game… Now I’m giving back the message. Palm trees swaying while the helicopters circle. Street code permanent… Everything else commercial. If it ain’t loyalty… Keep it over there. The West built soldiers… Not followers scared. Hook Maria T: Side by side, we survived the pressure… Gold on the sunset, getting to the cheddar. No matter what they say… We’ll ride forever… Dontayẽ: West on my chest, got the city on fire. Chrome on the six, watch the whole block admire. They praying we fall… We just stack it up higher. Bridge (Maria T) Windows down… Ocean breeze… Nothing but the stars above. Even through… Broken dreams… California gave us love. Verse 3 (All Three) Dontayẽ: Money keep growing… Westside Gripp: Respect keep showing… Maria T: Love keep flowing… Dontayẽ: Engine keep roaring… Westside Gripp: Enemies watching… Maria T: Still ain’t stopping… All: Westside forever… Ain’t no other option! Final Hook (Big Finish) Maria T: Side by side… Till the lights go out… Dontayẽ: West on my back… Never switching routes… Westside Gripp: Built from the pavement… Now we own the house… All: Throw it in the sky… Let the whole West shout!
