Westside

Yo, check it, this the Westside, real talk, no cap,
From L.A. to the Bay, we be ridin' with the trap,
Gritty streets, where the hustle never sleep,
Stay true to the roots, roots run deep.  
Ami-rap, we the voice of the block,
Never fake, never switch, we just tickin’ like a clock,
From Compton to Oakland, stories they don’t tell,
Keep it one hundred, got that West Coast spell.  
Rollin' in the ride, top down, feel the breeze,
808 bumpin', got you weak in the knees,
Stay chill, stay real, never fold, never break,
This that classic West, make the whole world shake.  
So listen close, this is history in the makin’,
Authentic sound, no fakin’, no fakin’,
From the soul of the streets, let that truth be shown,
West Coast forever, yeah, we sittin’ on the throne.  

Laid-back West Coast trap with smooth melodies and deep bass, chill but banger-ready, vibe that sticks.