[Illmaculate]
Look... cats saying that I fell off
I'll just give you what I felt y'all need
You prolly won't find me in no Ed Hardy
It's white tees, plain jeans, LRG
And everywhere I go you can smell my trees
So excuse me if I trail off, please
Hit the sand lot, re-up a new batch of CDs
And leave the country like, "Bet you I could sell all these"
Give the man props, can't stop for real
Last shot, and John Hanco*k the bill
As far as rap got this, padlock with sk**
I saw to that, still got a cash crop to build
The lab is the crack spot
And I ain't playing with 'em
It's been monkey bars ever since the sand box
G's beats lay the backdrop
We a combo here
More like almost there's than them have-nots
Man, watch!