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Ipcus sup brotha?
We was just kids then big love big dreams
And a vision of the future
Hidden gems, Yankee hat flat brims
Shroom stems, Red Rocks, Stonehenge
Adjust your lens
Can't trust it, bust it, good luck kid
Fist in your mouth like a muppet
No strings attached
Puppets play the role, but I stroll relaxed
In control all facts, screw a fib
Old ip ain't new to this
I diss a bitch ass with crass remarks
The get hitched
To show I'm married to these chips
Doggy it's hilarious foggy out in Frisco
I'm a bay boy with dub roots
I speak truth and get gruesome on loops
Tie up your boots
And pull your sleeves up, we putting in work
Murk your favorite then smirk
Gip you pricks like Smurfs, I go berserk jerk
The quirky kiddo, lanky height, crop Brillo
I'm nice, stop your sleeping
Get your dome up off the pillow
Think twice before you test
The professor in charge
Laying in the cut with my dog, Matisyahu
What up!
Re-up and re-vision we up yeah we livin
Sizzling fire gone blaze for the children
Places we live in circles we give in
Willing, making these songs yall feelin
Healing, that's the way come with wisdom
Ip, keep rocking it
Like the way we talking shit laid back walk
New York we keep working it nYG from the NYC
6'3" long and lean sea breeze from Cali
Back east from Berkley walk halls all day
In the mid nineties
Like the first time we blazed
The beat I got coming bro got you all day
You know I'm straight up from the WP
Feeling saturated relate as I gaze
Re-instate old ways make plays high ways
No more sideline days make waves stay blazed
The trance is so rave behave? I can't stay
Now we running away
Running away to the sounds