Yeah…
Palm trees speak if you listen long enough.
Coast got wisdom in the wind.
Let’s talk.

I learned game from the shade where the cool winds rest,
Palm trees swayin’ like they know what’s next.
Every branch like a hand tryna point my way,
Every leaf like a lesson that the old heads say.
I was raised where the calm got a violent side,
Where the sun look sweet but the streets still slide.
But I learned how to move, how to read that sky,
How to hold my ground when the stakes ran high.
Palm tree prophets—they don’t speak loud,
They just watch who rise and they watch who bowed.
I been tested by heat, been shaped by sand,
But I stand ten toes like a coastline brand.
Got the world on my back but my heart stay clean,
Got a vision so sharp you can see that gleam.
Every day I advance, every night I evolve—
Palm trees whisper, “Problems solve.”

Palm tree prophets—guidin’ my grind,
Wind say, “Focus,” sun say, “Shine.”
Learned my truth on the coastline climb—
Everything shift when the soul align.
Yeah—palm tree prophets, crown in the breeze,
Taught me how to stand when the world feel squeezed.
If the path get dark and the fear increase—
I just follow that westside peace.

I got roots in the dirt where the real ones grow,
Where the lost find hope when the warm winds blow.
Palm tree prophets—they been readin’ my script,
Wrote chapters in the scars that the struggle equipped.
When the tide get loud, they just hold their frame,
Never break in a storm, never bend from shame.
That’s the lesson I claim, that’s the vibe I bring—
Stability tough as a coast-made king.
Every setback hit, I just breathe, not fold,
Turn the pressure to a story that I spit in gold.
Got the wind in my ear with a coastside truth,
Got the strength of the sand in the steps I proof.
If the world talk down, I don’t let that stick—
I been blessed with a calm that the storms can’t trick.
Palm tree prophets—they be watching the rise,
Noddin’ slow like, “Now he wise.”

Palm tree prophets—guidin’ my grind,
Wind say, “Focus,” sun say, “Shine.”
Learned my truth on the coastline climb—
Everything shift when the soul align.
Yeah—palm tree prophets, crown in the breeze,
Taught me how to stand when the world feel squeezed.
If the path get dark and the fear increase—
I just follow that westside peace.

Yeah…
The coast don’t shout—
It teaches in signals.
Read the wind.
Read the waves.
Read the silence between 'em.
That’s where the prophets live.

Now the sun hit low with a gold-run gleam,
Cast a crown on the block like a Westside dream.
Every setback died, every worry got burned,
Every step more wise from the paths I learned.
Palm tree prophets—they just stand, don’t preach,
But the wisdom in their roots put the truth in reach.
If the day fall off, I don’t lose my breed—
I just search that wind for the words I need.
Yeah, I move with a purpose that the calm provide,
Let the whole world judge—I got coastline pride.
Palm tree prophets—they been shaping my climb,
Now I walk with a glow like I mastered time.

Palm tree prophets—guidin’ my grind,
Wind say, “Focus,” sun say, “Shine.”
Learned my truth on the coastline climb—
Everything shift when the soul align.
Yeah—palm tree prophets, crown in the breeze,
Taught me how to stand when the world feel squeezed.
If the path get dark and the fear increase—
I just follow that westside peace.

Yeah…
Palm trees speak wisdom.
I just learned how to listen.