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'