Yo, this is Italian icy, got my boy Cig on deck,

Yo, this is Italian icy, got my boy Cig on deck, We takin' over this scene, show respect, no neglect, I'm the girl with raw vibes, spittin' truth on the beat, He’s the king with tight lyrics, feel the heat from the street. Hustled hard for our rent, never bowed to the stress, In a world full of fakes, we stay true, no less, Grew up in the struggle, where the shadows creep low, But we rise from the ashes, let the real ones know. Got that passion ignited, every bar’s like a spark, In this game, we the light, cuttin’ deep through the dark, From the block to the booth, every line’s a reflection, We grind for our dreams, no time for deception. So remember the name, we ain't playin' no games, Italian icy and Cig, forever changing the frames, Raw vibes, tight rhymes, we redefine the sound, In this concrete jungle, you know we holdin' it down.