Still Sellin - Spose

Yeah, that’s right

Everything must go

We’ll sell the cash register too

That’ll be about, five hunnid dollars, G

'til 2030 I’ll be watchin' every Celtics game, reppin' for the state of Maine

Gettin' bucks, puttin' «fuck» in front of every rapper’s name

(Peter—Peter) Yeah, back up in the place again

I spit the shit that put the billionaires in concentration camps

(That's too far, Spizzy) Make your brain think and your neck nod

The chef sends the champagne when I’m in his restaurant

They assumed I would’ve met my doom but they guessed wrong

Fifty thousand streams a month, my fiftieth best song

I piqued the curiosity of neighbors and back

Twenty thousand on my yard, no loan, just paper from rap

Fans give me paper plus the and dabs

They wanna see the don cheech but I don’t play for the Mavs

Local dad who got every other vocalist mad

Wrote this album in an hour without smokin' a drag

Yeah, selfish on my new shit, Speezus takin' the wheel

Makin' a deal while these liars act like fakin' is real

(Are you) Serious?

You’re not like me

You’re not fuckin' with Spose and Mike Be

Brethren go together like lemons and iced tea

Go together like McDonald’s Sprite and Hi-C (Hi-C)

Yeah, oh, you thought we weren’t sellin'?

Just like

Yo, we about to serve you motherfuckers

Strollin' 'round the venue with a pristine laminate, sixteens glamorous

My pockets lookin' like I smuggled Big G’s sandwiches (Whoa)

I could never wrap it up, I got too much to get

I could never wrap it up, that’s how I got so many kids

Genuflect from Michelangelo Be

My man naked, lighting candles, findin' samples to freak

His hands gon' make an example when he handle the beat

Another night, another candle, 'nother trophy for my mantle

Peace, that’s all I want

Plus the politicians wiped out and the White House gone

Plus a zillion in the bank with electric in the tank

With eclectic colored skanks, hey Alexa, say my name

When no one is around you, do you really love you?

Do you let the devil in the door and let her come through?

Do you take a step back and see what this shit has come to?

You’re your only hope so, bro, don’t place no one above you

It’s just the chronicles of shit that I saw

Still sellin' periodicals I spit from my jaw

In my time on this planet when nobody gave a damn it

I’m just tryna understand it 'fore I’m layin' like mechanic

Sellin'!

Waterville

We never left the shop

Sellin'