Vlad TV - 2 Chainz, Stove God Cooks, Symba

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain’t gon' sell itself

That a dope ain’t gon' sell itself

Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain’t gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain’t gon' sell itself

Dirty kitchens, thirty six, residue on dishes, loaded rent on missions

Hyundai Genesis with the door panel stuff, we back to business

Even took the dashboard off to hit 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 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

I might auction off the scale I use to put the yay on

They wanna dim my light but that shit stay on, tell that nigga play on

Tell my young boy, hop out turn that AK on

Feel like you got hit by Julius

Say are 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

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain’t gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain’t gon' sell itself

I watched my cause 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 feenin' 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 niggas gon' do to get this shit off the shelf?

Yeah, when you get a pack, break 'em in 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

Niggas watch some power move a little powder and think they ghost, nigga

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain’t gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain’t gon' sell itself

Here a pot, there a pot, everywhere a pot, pot

Arm and Hammer, no knock warren then mug shot

I’ma get out the next morning, bond put up

Coke, yeah, I used to move that bitch like Luda

Yeah, the Jays take a hit Zab Judah

Spin the protools, left residue on the computer

I 'member whippin' in the microwave was futuristic

Store runs for the rubber bands, I truly miss it

Yeah, the fiends were my Onlyfans

My stash spot was a all purple Crown Royal bag

The .44 bulldog Georgetown hoya fan

The Draco a sign a nigga like an autograph

I stash trees by my balls like ornaments

Let 'em know I’m 'bout to win this motherfuckin' tournament

They givin' away a gold fork for the winner

Gold money machine, Beamer and a blender

I was standing on the block playing center

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope don’t ain’t gon' sell

itself

That a dope ain’t gon' sell itself

Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain’t gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain’t gon' sell itself