[Chorus: Major Myjah]
I watched a n***a go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (Shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself (Oh, na-na-na-na)
That the dope ain't gon' sell itself
Got a key, got a P, better believe that dope ain't gon' sell itself (Oh)
Comin' from the block we from, n***a, dope ain't gon' sell itself

[Verse 1: Stove God Cooks]
Dirty kitchens, thirty-sixes (Woo), residue on dishes, loaded rent on missions
Hyundai Genesis with the door panel stuff, we back to business
Even took the dashboard off and hid some chickens
Two up on both sides like I was Richard Nixon, bitch, I'm different
If they ask you 'bout me, tell 'em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic (Big chat)
Shit, you think he really got enough money to lay on? (No)
Rolls Royce séance, woke up in the ghost all from the store run
Bobby Flay on n***as (Bobby Flay on n***as)
I might auction off the scale I use to put the yay on (Woo)
They wanna dim my light, but that shit stay on
Tell that n***a play on
Tell my young boy, hop out, turn that AK-K-K-K on (Grrrt, bah-bah-bah)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
They like "God, you on your way?" and I'm like "On my way?
You ever had so many you can't weigh 'em?"
Don't even say none

[Chorus: Major Myjah]
I watched a n***a go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (Shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself (Oh, na-na-na-na)
Comin' from the block we from, n***a, dope ain't gon' sell itself (Oh, na-na-na-na, shh)
[Verse 2: Symba]
I watched my cuz drop out of USF to be like BMF
Set up a kitchen set in Grandma basement and started whippin' wet
Granny askin', "What's that smell?" It's soap, I been on CBS
Dog food, Granny, I got my pedigree from DMX
Rough ridin', tellin' lies, they fiendin' for a kiss of death
A brick ain't gon' grow legs and arms and learn how to sell itself
A pack ain't gon' go book a flight and learn how to mail itself
So what the fuck you n***as gon' do to get this shit off the shelf?
Yeah, when you get a pack, break 'em in zones (Zones)
Sixteen in each one, if you sell eight for five, that's eight above
If weed don't work, it's always blow, Percs and Xans if they don't smoke
Heroin, broke down to O's, the code word is HBO
N***as watch some Power, move a lil' powder and think they Ghost, n***a

[Chorus: Major Myjah, 2 Chainz]
I watched a n***a go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (Shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself (Okay, I'ma pop my shit)
Comin' from the block we from, n***a, dope ain't gon' sell itself (Oh, now Southside Riverdale Road, Tony)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Here a pot, there a pot, everywhere a pot, pot
Arm and Hammer, no-knock warrant, then a mugshot
I'ma get out the next mornin', bond put up (Put up)
Coke, yeah, I used to move that bitch like Luda (Move)
Yeah, the Jays take hit Zab Judah
Spin the Pro Tools, left residue on the computer (Left it)
I 'member whippin' in the microwave, was futuristic (It was)
Store runs for the rubber bands, I truly miss it (True)
Yeah, the fiends were my only fans (Mmm)
My stash spot was a all purple Crown Royal bag (True, true)
The .44 bulldog Georgetown Hoya fan (Boom)
The Draco a sign a n***a like an autograph (Grrt)
I stash trees by my balls like ornaments
Let 'em know I'm 'bout to win this motherfuckin' tournament (I'ma win)
They givin' away a gold fork for the winner (Skkrt)
Gold money machine, Beamer and a blender (A blender?)
I was standing on the block playing center
[Chorus: Major Myjah, 2 Chainz]
I watched a n***a go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (Shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself (Yeah)
(Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
That the dope ain't gon' sell itself
Got a key, got a P, better believe that dope ain't gon' sell itself (Oh)
Comin' from the block we from, n***a, dope ain't gon' sell itself