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PACIFIC WEIGHT - a custom laid track reppin VANCOUVER B.C. , where the green never needed a parade.. the track hits with deep bass and true lyricism on the subject matter. True Lyrics, not AI generated.

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
From Commercial to Kingsway, city fog was my shroud,
Fifth floor walk-ups, scale singing to the crowd,
Back when dubs meant survival, not a thing to be proud,
We made green rain in Van, hydro thunder and loud.
BC bliss, twistin’ forest through my wrist,
Early 2000s, every ounce a calculated risk—
Mapping routes by the moon, not the sound of a click,
Streets taught me math, every decimal and tick.
Northern lights in the trunk, call it interstellar travel,
My paper grew like moss, watch the roots unrav’l—
Didn’t play with the seedless, keep my business weedless,
Kept my circle tight, trust smaller than a priest’s list.
Hustle stretched from Surrey to the Sea-to-Sky,
Pounds flipping downhill, 'cause I never feared the high—
Grew up with frost in my breath, game colder than December,
Move silent, but every plug still remember.

[Chorus]
From the North to the South, we move what they can’t speak,
BC bred, I’m a legend in my own sneak—
Never let up, even when the world went ghost,
Pandemic proof hustle, kept the stash extra close.
Pounds in the wind, cash out the van,
Old school code—never switch the game plan.
Grinding with the gods, while they panic and fade
In the city where the green never needed a parade.

[Verse 2]
My phone used to ring more than Liberty’s bell,
Buds stuck together, sticky stories to sell—
Vancouver’s best kept secret, never told on myself,
Eyes on the scales, while I balance my health.
Flip work with finesse, like a chef with the press,
Cookies outta Gastown, nugs cured like finesse.
Front door paranoia, every knock’s a test,
But I water my roots so the fam never stress.
Green thumb with a vision, grow op in the kitchen,
Cops had more questions but my answers kept missin’.
Slang got acrobatic, double meaning, triple twisted—
OG strains in the whip, call it “mission enlisted.”
B.C. to Cali—border boys dropped in,
Customs couldn’t catch it; fruit hidden in the tin—
Down the 99, still ducking them signs,
With North Shore product, that money multiplies.

[Chorus]
From the North to the South, we move what they can’t speak,
BC bred, I’m a legend in my own sneak—
Never let up, even when the world went ghost,
Pandemic proof hustle, kept the stash extra close.
Pounds in the wind, cash out the van,
Old school code—never switch the game plan.
Grinding with the gods, while they panic and fade
In the city where the green never needed a parade.

[Bridge]
Check the stats—Van City’s supply chain never paused,
Pulled weight that could tip scales and rewrite laws—
Covid masks on, but the vision was clear,
I made ends see double while the city showed fear.
Elevation in my soul, meditation in my grind,
Plant-based prophet—watch a hustler redefine.

[Outro]
So next time you light up, remember the name,
Vancouver!