Reminisce - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Just take a sec to reminisce

Whole squad was in the whip, couple spliffs

Yeah, we chop it up and drop it at the crib, how we live

Used to dream about that hustle shit

I pull up at the park and we puff a bit

Now I make my mama rich, ah

Sesh blazin' through the struggle, bitch

Coppers came to check the registration, told 'em, "Suck a dick"

Windows down, music bumpin', we were lovin' it

We had no destination though, just cruisin' for the fuck of it

[Verse 1]

You ever wonder if there's bigger plans?

Maybe life's a flight I'm on that didn't land

Thinkin', should I fight or go and get thе van?

How the dealer saying fold? I got thе biggest hand

Picture Marshall without Dr. Dre, shit

Would 50 still be 50 if he lost to Game?

I'm tryna picture, what if Biggie needed costly pay?

What if 'Pac sat around the park and parked a block away?

Either way, I'm sayin it's fate

We were born with all the scriptures for us written on a slate

I'm too busy gettin' paid, hesitate, get a crate

Let me set the record straight, I been questionin' the hate

Black, white, dark, light, girl, guy, it's all the same

Fuck, if you're my brother from another mother

Then it's love and I don't see your colour

Everybody need a body, swear we motherfuckin' need each other

I'm still smokin' weed and fuckin', ah

[Bridge]

Yeah, whole squad was in the whip (In the whip)

Whole squad was in the, squad was in the whip

Whip, whole squad was in the whip (In the whip)

Whole squad, whole squad, couple spliffs

Roll a couple spliffs

Rollin' up a, rollin' up a, roll a couple spliffs

Roll a couple spliffs

Roll a motherfuckin' couple spliffs, my brother (Hahaha)

Yo, Mickey

[Verse 2]

Check, I'm kinda wishin' I was livin' better

But past issues got me thinkin' how I'm missin' Dadda

And I could picture Teta sittin' home and knittin' sweaters

Worried 'bout me gettin' sick

And catchin' colds in Sydney's weather

Uh, every Christimas now, I get her presents

Every time I get it for her, she wish that I didn't get it

Sky's the limit, Teta, Biggie said it

The bank account got seven sixes, that's a [?]

Yeah, my heart's skipping reading Millie's letter

I took a trip for Californication, still regret it

Urgh, scar tissues like a chilli pepper

My memories under the bridge, I'm bumpin' Chilli Peppers

Sex, coke, how she smoke, all you bitches get it

Get the breast stroked and back stroked, that's a swimming lesson Hahaha, hit Givenchy with the Lemon credit

Spend it all, I don't give a fuck