Iyronic - Background lyrics

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Iyronic - Background lyrics

[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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 sh** 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, pa** me the stogie, cause I'm about ta get gone homie [Hook]