Westside Eulogy

HOOK Yeah, Westside legend in the flesh, fury323 Born in the smoke, raised in the stress, can't blur me Game taught me hustle, pain taught me more This the sound when the pavement hit the storm Can't fake this, this blood in the concrete One life, one shot, I don't never retreat Westside legend in the flesh, fury323 VERSE 1 - 16 Yeah, I came from the blacktop, cracks in the pavement, Dreams in a backpack, straps in the basement, Mama praying daily that the Lord gonna save us, Block made me cold, couldn't afford to be famous. LA nights, red lights, sirens singin', Same corner same hustle, same pain lingering, Lost too many real ones to the game, no pretending, So I rap like every bar could be the ending. Chuck Taylors on the curb, .38 in the drawer, Lessons from the OGs who ain't here no more, Said "fury, you got fury, let the beat feel it," So I load up the clip and let the heat reveal it. This ain't TikTok rap, this that trunk rattle, Come from where the boys don't talk, they handle battle, 323 in my veins, you can hear the static, Game style flow, but the pain more graphic. VERSE 2 - 16 Yeah, look, They want the story but they can't take the chapters, Hate on the rise then they laugh after, I was broke with a vision, now I flip that backwards, From hand-me-down Nikes to a classic chapter. Aftermath drums, Dre day bounce, Red bandana wisdom from the Westside house, Ten toes, one soul, can't bend, can't fold, Had to turn my scars into the pen I hold. They said I wouldn't make it, now they watchin' close, All that talk cheap, let the record show, No co-sign, just a co-spark, let the engine blow, Fury323, yeah the city already know. From Slauson to Rosecrans, lights flicker, Life hit hard, so my mind got quicker, If rap is war, I'm a life sentence nigga, Every bar a bullet, let the 9 spit scripture.