Verse 1 Shadows creep long in the LA night, Where the grind don't sleep, and the stakes take flight. From the backstreets of Watts to the alleys of the Bay, We hustle in the dark, cashin’ out by day. Gunshots echo, but the party stays live, In this West Coast jungle, only the strong survive. The asphalt burns hot, tattoos mark pain, And every bar I spit is a storm in the rain. Hook Hustle in the shadows, where the legends are made, From the block to the booth, we sharpen the blade. In the land of the free, but the cost is steep, West Coast forever, where the hustlers eat. Verse 2 The grind’s relentless, every move’s a test, But the view from the top makes you forget the rest. Rollin’ deep in the night, headlights cut through, Chasing dreams in the dark, till the sun breaks through.