[Chorus: Major Myjah]
I watched a nigga 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, nigga, 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 niggas (Bobby Flay on niggas)
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 nigga 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 nigga 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, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself (Oh, na-na-na-na, shh)
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