Verse 1 Yo, the sun dips slow behind the Cali haze, Out here we hustle hard, ain't no holidays. West Coast soldiers, roll deep in the lane, Got the top down low while we swerve through the game. Chain swinging heavy, gold in the glare, Glock tucked tight 'cause we know they don't play fair. From the alleys of Venice to the docks of the Bay, The streets wrote the script; we just act in the play. Graffiti tags tell stories on these concrete pages, And the hood stays alive through the rhymes of the ages. Hook Sunset Syndicate, ruling the West, From the block to the beach, we grind with no rest. Palm trees swaying while the streets spit fire, This is Cali’s anthem, raw truth, no choir. Verse 2 Lowriders bounce, yeah, the chrome’s pristine, But the cost of this life ain’t a simple dream. Homies pouring out liquor for the ones we lost, In this West Coast heat, every step got a cost. It's ruthless out here, but the view’s so sweet, City lights in the distance, gunshots in the beat. We climb through the struggle, making gold from the dust, Where trust is a weapon, and the hustle’s a must.