Still Sellin

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'