[Verse: Illmaculate] It comes together like sweaters on Betty White Legs on a pedal bike, and s** on your wedding night It's unscripted, I'm cup-liftin', I'm cheersin', I'm just livin' I'm here and appear to be cut different They hear it, it's upliftin', seeing a young artist get it Want our position? Come harder with it! Uncharted mission, just part of livin' To hustle and bubble above your sub-par condition But we love it, stomach is growling Even my young heart is skippin' Listen close to this beat, and even the drums aren't as vivid I'm seeing the way we judge, see what a hater does They just think they're fly ‘cause they're sweet as a ladybug Speaking in native tongues, bleeding my native blood It's safe to say I ain't the Greg you see on the Brady Bunch I try to tell them that there's no one like me It's obvious we're opposites, homerun, strike three Yeah, and there's no one like you You focus on the old stuff, so what? I grew Ha, I guess I'm causing them a head-high Watch them gossipin', they get caught up and they spread lies While I'm just pondering my next high Tossing up Westside, followed by Siletz Tribe Aye, then take a photo and dip, the same destination No matter the road that we pick; you know that I spit When it comes together like the roach and the clip Or G-Force has something soulful to flip Hold up, I don't sleep, ‘cause I'm cursed It's so hard for a dreamer in a world where no sleeping occurs With both feet in the dirt, I grow seeds with my words No paper, no ink, I go green with the verse—how appropriate! Haha, yeah, no paper, no ink I go green with the verse—how appropriate! Green Tape!