High Tide on the Westside

Low fade

Line-up taper

White tee, gold tooth

Block got flavor

Sun hit chrome

Paint drip, slow roll

OG said, “Get cash

Keep your soul”

I was on that curb

Dreams in my socks

Now the coupe two-tone

Same color as the block

Whole team leveled

Still watching the rear

Love what I built

But I trust this fear

High tide on the Westside (Westside)

Whole wave when we slide (when we slide)

From the trap to the dancefloor

Same hustle, new life

Hands up for the real ones (real ones)

Still pray when we ride

Turn the pain into pressure

High tide on the Westside

Big plate

Small circle

Everybody eating

But I’m reading every word though

Judge wanna label

Opps want a label

Mama said, “Boy

Keep food on the table”

So I hustle in the daylight

Still glow in the late night

Used to fight for a stage

Now they pay for the stage lights

City on my shoulders

I don’t trip, I’m fine

’Cause I lift with the scars

Not the fragile pride

We came from the bottom

Where the chalk define names

Now we dance on the same streets

That remember our pain (yeah)

High tide on the Westside (Westside)

Whole wave when we slide (let’s slide)

From the trap to the dancefloor

Same hustle, new life

Hands up for the real ones (real ones)

Still pray when we ride

Turn the pain into pressure

High tide on the Westside

Step left, step right (step right)

If you made it through the night (through the night)

Throw your story in the sky

Let it glow, let it rise (rise)

High tide on the Westside (Westside)

Whole wave when we slide (yeah)

From the trap to the dancefloor

Same hustle, new life

Hands up for the real ones (real ones)

Still pray when we ride

Turn the pain into pressure

High tide on the Westside (Westside)