Block Food lyrics

[Intro: Cashwitus Pooh]
Uh
Block food, n*gga
Cashwitus, Trust Gang, n*gga
Ayo Spesh, you ready?
I’ll talk my sh*t
It’s only right that I talk my sh*t
Look

[Verse 1: Cashwitus Pooh]
n*gga, it’s time to put in work, trap house like a barbeque
It’s cut crack on every paper plate like your momma food
It’s 12 o’clock and the burner on 400
I already got four fiends, so I’m serving for four stomachs
Block food, I got pies, cookies and coke steaks
Even got some milk for the fiends, I give them coke shakes
Cook the white raw then serve them soon as the coke breaks
Even add the fizz so the junkies could get a coke taste
Young n*gga, I was trapping since I was 12 with it
When I got bagged, I had b*tches come to the jail with it
Sneaking it inside of their pus*y, I had to pray to God
‘Cause if I got caught with it, I have to stay the 5
It’s like the night at Apollo soon as the fiends come
Cutting it with fentanyl even if I don’t need none
If I ever run out whenever the fiends need some
Residue, I’m rubbing my thumbs all over the fiend’s gum
That’s block food for the n*ggas that never recollect
Treat it like Mickey D’s, I’m only working to collect a check
These n*ggas hustle for clothes and the hoes in dresses
f*ck that, I hustle for money and more investments
Stuff crack, Ziploc sealed, the bag delicate
Stuff it in the wall so the boys can’t find the evidence
f*ck a 12-12, I need shipments, I need them nine deep
Enough to fit all them bricks in the wall like it’s concrete
Always keep a burner, a four-five or a long piece
No matter what it is, if it’s a problem, that b*tch at arm’s reach
Coke price go up, we keeping the sh*t in rotation
Serving fiends locked jaw, leaving on probation
I’m on my bully, I’m moving raw without hesitation
Kitchen like a pharmacy, letting fiends get their medication
I put my all in this trap sh*t, give it dedication
f*ck up out my lane when I’m moving, I’m always designating
[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
Ayo, I was in trouble for serving block food
Mom ain’t want us to hustle, it’s hard not to
Now why would we struggle when we ain’t got to?
I’ma make a mil with this motherf*cking pot too
Now I was stressing ‘bout my motherf*cking pop too
He wasn’t around, but somehow I got through
We ain’t had no father figures to drop jewels
Paid the bills is how I filled up my pop shoes
Now I ain’t trying to sound hostile
But I was cooking cocaine when my mom was playing gospel
You can believe what your mind choose
But I refuse to worship a man the color of Tom Cruise
It’s cocaine in my council
And my apostles is fiends with million dollar nostrils
You n*ggas is primetime news
And if you ever put somebody in jail, I hope you die soon
You been a rat since high school
You and the cops cool, n*ggas is clowns without the costumes
I always got block food
And my education came from the block, it was not school
Why dudes want to see me murdered?
See I put a drive thru in the trap, that’s for convenient service
A warranty for every ki you purchase
Couple times, n*ggas came back tripping and got reimbursements
My ex-b*tch, she was perfect
She used to drive five hours with bricks without being nervous
Had to ask if my freedom worth it
All the cars, ice and gold digging b*tches with European purses