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Yeah... Fury, nigga Westside, motherfucker Uh, yeah, look[Intro] I was born in the storm, raised where the palm trees bleed, Dreams in the coupe, pressure turn boys to G's. Mama said pray, daddy said hustle for cream, Streets cold, heart froze, but a nigga never freeze. Yeah, lights off, city on, let the chopper sing (brrt), From LAX to the set, niggas know what I mean. Fury![Hook] [Verse 1] Look, I been down bad, slept on floors with the roaches, Now I pull up clean, all white, like fuckin' coaches. 46 in LA but my soul still 23, Been through divorce, court dates, lost my niggas to the streets. West up on the map, Camarena name ring, S-Class on La Tijera, tints dark, you can't see me. Fuck the opps, fuck the gossip, I'm too solid, can't fold, Real Mexican nigga with that Black Compton soul. Game type beat, I rap like a nigga from Cedar Block, Never been a rat, never been a bitch, never been soft. From the bottom of the bottom had to climb with my bare hands, Now my baby look up like "daddy, you the man" - damn. Pussy niggas talk tough on that Facebook shit, I was really in the trenches, you was typin' that bitch shit. One call, two straps, we can handle that quick, But I'd rather get money, count a hundred in the whip. I was born in the storm, raised where the palm trees bleed, Dreams in the coupe, pressure turn boys to G's. Mama said pray, daddy said hustle for cream, Streets cold, heart froze, but a nigga never freeze.[Hook] [Verse 2 - Dirtier pocket] Aye, black Chucks on concrete, I'm pacin', I'm thinkin', 'Bout a million ways to get rich, fuck sleep, fuck blinkin'. One hand on the Bible, other hand on that hustle, LA taught a nigga you gotta bleed for the muscle. No handouts, nigga starved, ate noodles in apartments, Now it's Ruth's Chris steaks, fuck a budget, fuck a bargain. They hate that I bounced back, left hook, resurrection, Cut off all the snakes, that was necessary disconnection. Fury 323, nigga I'm fire, I'm litty, West coast villain with that gritty city pretty. You want smoke? You gon' choke, you gon' cough up, I been quiet too long, now it's time to blow the fuck up. From 90045 to worldwide, bitch we mobbin', Alexander Omar, put some respect, stop playin'. One life, one God, one shot, no rewind, If I said it, I meant that shit, put that on my spine, nigga. Let that piano ride, nigga... Westside till I die... Fury...[Outro]

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