When was the song “Ayup” released by Spose?

The song Ayup was released in 2017, on the album “Good Luck With Your Life”.

Ayup

Spose

P dank!

Ayup! Spizzy still rap real life
It's no wonder that my middle name's Mike
Everybody, ayup!
Became the king of my circumference
I crossed it off my bucket list
If you with me, yell it, ayup!
Let's see who goes harder
Oh, I won, you lost like my phone charger
Yelling ayup! You talk, shit's cute
I act, I don't talk, kinda like I hit mute

I spit it heavy concentration
No constipation when making things
Heady congregation, my observations on 808s
Dead in confrontations with competition
To say my name
Every compilation a conversation with
State of Maine
I'll soon nail it, the dudes comin'
My peers sayin'
The loon wailin', the moose runnin'
The deer grazin'
Got two stomachs, I'm too hungry
Don't fear Satan
I'm proof of it, you can make it, I'm here
Jacob
Texts grounded when I write on a flight
You're perplexed – what
You don't expect a fighter to fight?
I'm blessin' every session
Catch 'em with the pipe or the mic
The incandescent profession, I'm like the
Light of their life, ayup
The merch slinger, the people's rapper
The baby raiser
The beat creator, the show stealer
The liberator
The Maine man, the woods dweller
The innovator
Tomater soup in a world cold as refrigerator
Rhymes out the ass, time out, you're wack
I'm 'bout to snap
A gentleman but never gentle bars
I got mental scars, I seen some shit
I need to spit
Siamese the grip, they play my track
Then bring it back like rental cars
Airhorn when I came out my mom
Cruise for the green since I
Was twelve like Tom
Since I opened the rhythm
Been jokin' with 'em
Smoking with 'em, spoken
In local colloquialisms, it's

I get to rock till I sweat thru socks, dog
I'm on my second pair i'm from the woods
It's all good like it was Becky's hair
The beat slapped the record player
Need it's neck repaired
Some flows I stroke so fast
Beat Katie Ledecky there
I'm taking the rules and restrictions and
Lighting and burning 'em down
Earning amounts
Took what I made up in college
And made it my permanent sound
Swervin' around
Fuck anybody who sat and complained
And determined to frown, turn it around
I didn't know that my penship could
Turn into working the sound
Burning an ounce
Whoo! I'm lurking urgently, fervently
Till I'm buried in dirt or
In gurneys hurried to infirmaries
Spitting perfectly
Verses for all my worker bees
Mental as sharp as surgeries
Body reverse of Hercules
Peter Sparker picked a pencil, made a classic
The people's politician
Pockets profit from my practice
Proper propaganda, never panderin' or plastic
You puff it, better pass it, sing the hook
I'll hit it

I've been blessed to digest success
I had a taste of it
To rhyming I'm religious
But religion I'm an atheist
Thank God my day dream turned day job
I'm gracious
They calling me, want etymology of my alias
Peers scuffled, careers muffled
It's like it's Vader sayin'
King of pawns, put my blinker on
You said to stay in lane
My syllabus of syllables is
Malleable as baby brain
Unflappable man, fallible plan, play the game
P dank ranked top to make bank
Ock, Shane, Cam came to shame lames
We stopped playin'
Banter full of candor in the
Winter where it's simpler
When it's icy, we get spicy
We emit hot flames, ayup!
Spizzy still spill quills
From dawn to dusk, from peon to Elon Musk
I'm bold
Behold my trajectory until the death of me
Hard work my secret recipe, right
And left of me, yelling

Spose

Ayup

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