Yeah…
Sun low, waves loud, whole West awake.
Kings ain’t born in a palace—
They’re made on the coastline.

I was built from the grind where the salt winds roam,
Where the palms stand tall like a natural throne.
Every day was a test, every night had a choice,
Had to sharpen my truth just to strengthen my voice.
See the coast don’t sleep when the dreams run wide,
Gotta fight through the noise just to claim your side.
I ain’t rise from luck, I ain’t rise from ease—
I was carved from the pressure in the ocean breeze.
Every setback hit like a wave too strong,
But I learned how to surf when the tide went wrong.
Now the city look up when my feet touch ground—
I’m a king by the work, not a king by crown.

Kings on the coastline—earned our reign,
Built from the struggle, made from the strain.
Stand in the surf with a fire in mind,
Rising with the tide—kings on the coastline.
Yeah—kings on the coastline, bold and defined,
Whole West breathin’ in the steps we align.
If the world get loud, we control that line—
Pressure turns to power for kings on the coastline.

Ain’t a throne I ain’t built outta days gone rough,
Ain’t a tide I ain’t rode when the storm got tough.
I’ve been hit by the doubt, been dragged by the fear,
But I rose from the weight with a voice more clear.
See the coast taught balance, coast taught grace,
How to move through the chaos with a calm-type pace.
Every scar got a story, every bruise got a name,
Every loss hit hard, but it fed my flame.
Now I step with a pride that the streets respect,
Got a kingdom in my mind that the past protects.
I don’t fold, don’t flinch, don’t lose my spine—
This is legacy breath—kings on the coastline.

Kings on the coastline—earned our reign,
Built from the struggle, made from the strain.
Stand in the surf with a fire in mind,
Rising with the tide—kings on the coastline.
Yeah—kings on the coastline, bold and defined,
Whole West breathin’ in the steps we align.
If the world get loud, we control that line—
Pressure turns to power for kings on the coastline.

No map for the climb, had to chart that route,
Had to drown out fear, had to cut off doubt.
Had to learn from the waves how to bend, not break,
How to breathe in the fight when the stakes got great.
Now I walk with a calm that the heat can’t shake,
Got a throne in my soul that the world can't take.
If the coast ever calls, I return full force—
Every step I lay down feel like royalty course.
From the sand to the street, to the blocks I roam—
I’m a king in the grind, and I built my home.
Let the moonlight crown every truth I find—
Forever in the rise—kings on the coastline.

Kings on the coastline—earned our reign,
Built from the struggle, made from the strain.
Stand in the surf with a fire in mind,
Rising with the tide—kings on the coastline.
Yeah—kings on the coastline, bold and defined,
Whole West breathin’ in the steps we align.
If the world get loud, we control that line—
Pressure turns to power for kings on the coastline.

Yeah…
Sunset to sunrise, the West stays mine.
Respect the rise… kings on the coastline.