[Hook: Iyronic]
They try to figure out my background
Born on Hilltop, Raised up in Tac-town
Puget Sound, I-5 North and Southbound
Look around, You might see me in that Vic-Crown (Everyday)
[Verse 1: Iyronic]
I'm putting tracks together, but there ain't no trains involved
Murders and mysteries and most of them unsolved
Got hella fam, some rocking bandanas
Shout out to Terron and my sister in Atlanta
Shout out to my brother locked up doing time
And my brother Doe Boy Loc moving to Cali I'll be fine
Rob Gee still here and my cousin Marcel
And a few niggas that I grew up with as well
Grandma asked me to slow it down damn I wish I'd listen
Now I'm In trouble with the law and they don't want me sippin
Hein side view had to learn on my own
City of Destiny how'd I make it this long
Few niggas turned on me I still got Dee zee
Casper and Valentine real G's still backing me
Two last names and two different cultures
Most Mexican nigga that you know
Got colder
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Iyronic]
Yeah I'm Back, thought I'd be gone forever?
This is the Tac, you can find me in this weather
Ya'll think you heavy weight? you still considered feather
I'll beat you up and wrap you to a pole like a tether
Elementary talk is what you speaking ta me
Duct tape 50 pounds all I needs a sea
Marine deep sleep, pitch blacks what you get
Or a clean nine beam stream of ammo at your click
My click clack click ain't scared ta make you drip
My left hand smoke, my right hand sip
All my rides like to go fast, check my record
My music's like always on blast ask my neighbors
I'm going all in, so I guess it's see you later
Cause papers meant to get
Made and chronic into vapors
Do this thing for Tac-town living to the end
You know I'm all about my money man in different trends
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Iyronic]
Thinking 'bout my next move
Half black half mex looking fresh smooth
Smoking on some medical, you can call it federal
Smoke enough of this shit and it'll turn you to a vegetable
So many pounds I ain't talking dog ones
And if you got beef with us you probably got the wrong guns
Upgrade hustle and get more paid
Move out your Mamas and bring the drama to your own place
Claim you G if you asking 'bout me
You blind in your town most your homie's down with me
Black, white, mexicano damn even Asians
Might set you up you the star I'm just stagin
Kicking back at my brothers pad smoking glad
Cause this batch better than the last batch he had
And damn, pass me the stogie, cause I'm about ta get gone homie
[Hook]
They try to figure out my background
Born on Hilltop, Raised up in Tac-town
Puget Sound, I-5 North and Southbound
Look around, You might see me in that Vic-Crown (Everyday)
[Verse 1: Iyronic]
I'm putting tracks together, but there ain't no trains involved
Murders and mysteries and most of them unsolved
Got hella fam, some rocking bandanas
Shout out to Terron and my sister in Atlanta
Shout out to my brother locked up doing time
And my brother Doe Boy Loc moving to Cali I'll be fine
Rob Gee still here and my cousin Marcel
And a few niggas that I grew up with as well
Grandma asked me to slow it down damn I wish I'd listen
Now I'm In trouble with the law and they don't want me sippin
Hein side view had to learn on my own
City of Destiny how'd I make it this long
Few niggas turned on me I still got Dee zee
Casper and Valentine real G's still backing me
Two last names and two different cultures
Most Mexican nigga that you know
Got colder
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Iyronic]
Yeah I'm Back, thought I'd be gone forever?
This is the Tac, you can find me in this weather
Ya'll think you heavy weight? you still considered feather
I'll beat you up and wrap you to a pole like a tether
Elementary talk is what you speaking ta me
Duct tape 50 pounds all I needs a sea
Marine deep sleep, pitch blacks what you get
Or a clean nine beam stream of ammo at your click
My click clack click ain't scared ta make you drip
My left hand smoke, my right hand sip
All my rides like to go fast, check my record
My music's like always on blast ask my neighbors
I'm going all in, so I guess it's see you later
Cause papers meant to get
Made and chronic into vapors
Do this thing for Tac-town living to the end
You know I'm all about my money man in different trends
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Iyronic]
Thinking 'bout my next move
Half black half mex looking fresh smooth
Smoking on some medical, you can call it federal
Smoke enough of this shit and it'll turn you to a vegetable
So many pounds I ain't talking dog ones
And if you got beef with us you probably got the wrong guns
Upgrade hustle and get more paid
Move out your Mamas and bring the drama to your own place
Claim you G if you asking 'bout me
You blind in your town most your homie's down with me
Black, white, mexicano damn even Asians
Might set you up you the star I'm just stagin
Kicking back at my brothers pad smoking glad
Cause this batch better than the last batch he had
And damn, pass me the stogie, cause I'm about ta get gone homie
[Hook]
( Iyronic )
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