Lyrics
Yeah… Rise up… This that new West scripture—read it in the rhythm. I came back with the bounce they forgot was born, With a flame in my chest from the grit I worn. Every setback hit like a lesson divine, Now the coast get loud when I cross that line. This that bassline gospel, the chrome-red truth, Where the old-school hum meet the new-born proof. I been raised in the fire where the night run hot, Where the scars don’t fade but the rise don’t stop. Now I walk through the world with a coastbound grin, Got a past full of storms but a future that spin. If the world want noise, let it bring that test— I’m the calm in the chaos of the resurrected West. G-Funk resurrection— Revived from the roots, refined to perfection. Old soul swagger with a new direction— Feel that Westside pulse in the resurrection. Yeah—G-Funk resurrection, Bassline boom with a righteous connection. Rise from the ground like a true correction— Welcome to the coast’s reborn reflection. I don’t mimic no past, I just honor the sound, Put my life in the rhythm and my truth in the ground. From the nights I fought through to the days I earned, Every loss I took was a gift I learned. Now the whistle-tone creep through the late-night breeze, Got the whole block lifted with a Westside ease. This that motion reborn, that rebirth wave, That “I came from the pain but I still behave.” Every bar I spit got a sun-warmed glow, Every step I take make the coastline grow. And the beat hit slick with a holy intent— This the rise, this the reign, this the new ascent. G-Funk resurrection— Revived from the roots, refined to perfection. Old soul swagger with a new direction— Feel that Westside pulse in the resurrection. Yeah—G-Funk resurrection, Bassline boom with a righteous connection. Rise from the ground like a true correction— Welcome to the coast’s reborn reflection. Yeah… Ain’t about goin’ back. Ain’t about stayin’ stuck. It’s about bringin’ the spirit forward— Risin’ it up, liftin’ it higher, Letting the coast breathe new. Now the crown I wear got a chrome-type shine, Got a rhythm in my blood that’ll outlive time. I been forged in the heat like a Westside blade, Cut my name through the dark till the fear just fade. If you listen real close when the beat run long, You can hear my past turn into somethin’ strong. You can hear that growth, hear that coast, Hear the truth of a man who survived the most. This the final step, this the last declare— The anthem of a rise only gods repair. Yeah, I claimed my place with a soul’s correction— Standin’ tall in the G-Funk resurrection. G-Funk resurrection— Revived from the roots, refined to perfection. Old soul swagger with a new direction— Feel that Westside pulse in the resurrection. Yeah—G-Funk resurrection, Bassline boom with a righteous connection. Rise from the ground like a true correction— Welcome to the coast’s reborn reflection. Yeah… Let the synths preach. Let the bass baptize. The West is alive.
Lyrics
Yeah… Rise up… This that new West scripture—read it in the rhythm. I came back with the bounce they forgot was born, With a flame in my chest from the grit I worn. Every setback hit like a lesson divine, Now the coast get loud when I cross that line. This that bassline gospel, the chrome-red truth, Where the old-school hum meet the new-born proof. I been raised in the fire where the night run hot, Where the scars don’t fade but the rise don’t stop. Now I walk through the world with a coastbound grin, Got a past full of storms but a future that spin. If the world want noise, let it bring that test— I’m the calm in the chaos of the resurrected West. G-Funk resurrection— Revived from the roots, refined to perfection. Old soul swagger with a new direction— Feel that Westside pulse in the resurrection. Yeah—G-Funk resurrection, Bassline boom with a righteous connection. Rise from the ground like a true correction— Welcome to the coast’s reborn reflection. I don’t mimic no past, I just honor the sound, Put my life in the rhythm and my truth in the ground. From the nights I fought through to the days I earned, Every loss I took was a gift I learned. Now the whistle-tone creep through the late-night breeze, Got the whole block lifted with a Westside ease. This that motion reborn, that rebirth wave, That “I came from the pain but I still behave.” Every bar I spit got a sun-warmed glow, Every step I take make the coastline grow. And the beat hit slick with a holy intent— This the rise, this the reign, this the new ascent. G-Funk resurrection— Revived from the roots, refined to perfection. Old soul swagger with a new direction— Feel that Westside pulse in the resurrection. Yeah—G-Funk resurrection, Bassline boom with a righteous connection. Rise from the ground like a true correction— Welcome to the coast’s reborn reflection. Yeah… Ain’t about goin’ back. Ain’t about stayin’ stuck. It’s about bringin’ the spirit forward— Risin’ it up, liftin’ it higher, Letting the coast breathe new. Now the crown I wear got a chrome-type shine, Got a rhythm in my blood that’ll outlive time. I been forged in the heat like a Westside blade, Cut my name through the dark till the fear just fade. If you listen real close when the beat run long, You can hear my past turn into somethin’ strong. You can hear that growth, hear that coast, Hear the truth of a man who survived the most. This the final step, this the last declare— The anthem of a rise only gods repair. Yeah, I claimed my place with a soul’s correction— Standin’ tall in the G-Funk resurrection. G-Funk resurrection— Revived from the roots, refined to perfection. Old soul swagger with a new direction— Feel that Westside pulse in the resurrection. Yeah—G-Funk resurrection, Bassline boom with a righteous connection. Rise from the ground like a true correction— Welcome to the coast’s reborn reflection. Yeah… Let the synths preach. Let the bass baptize. The West is alive.
