38 Spesh - Block Food (feat. Cashwitus Pooh) Lyrics

[Intro: Cashwitus Pooh]UhBlock food, niggaCashwitus, Trust Gang, niggaAyo Spesh, you ready?I'll talk my shitIt's only right that I talk my shitLook[Verse 1: Cashwitus Pooh]Nigga, it's time to put in work, trap house like a barbequeIt's cut crack on every paper plate like your momma foodIt's 12 o'clock and the burner on 400I already got four fiends, so I'm serving for four stomachsBlock food, I got pies, cookies and coke steaksEven got some milk for the fiends, I give them coke shakesCook the white raw then serve them soon as the coke breaksEven add the fizz so the junkies could get a coke tasteYoung nigga, I was trapping since I was 12 with itWhen I got bagged, I had bitches come to the jail with itSneaking it inside of their pussy, I had to pray to God‘Cause if I got caught with it, I have to stay the 5It's like the night at Apollo soon as the fiends comeCutting it with fentanyl even if I don't need noneIf I ever run out whenever the fiends need someResidue, I'm rubbing my thumbs all over the fiend's gumThat's block food for the niggas that never recollectTreat it like Mickey D's, I'm only working to collect a checkThese niggas hustle for clothes and the hoes in dressesFuck that, I hustle for money and more investmentsStuff crack, Ziploc sealed, the bag delicateStuff it in the wall so the boys can't find the evidenceFuck a 12-12, I need shipments, I need them nine deepEnough to fit all them bricks in the wall like it's concreteAlways keep a burner, a four-five or a long pieceNo matter what it is, if it's a problem, that bitch at arm's reachCoke price go up, we keeping the shit in rotationServing fiends locked jaw, leaving on probationI'm on my bully, I'm moving raw without hesitationKitchen like a pharmacy, letting fiends get their medicationI put my all in this trap shit, give it dedicationFuck up out my lane when I'm moving, I'm always designating[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]Ayo, I was in trouble for serving block foodMom ain't want us to hustle, it's hard not toNow why would we struggle when we ain't got to?I'ma make a mil with this motherfucking pot tooNow I was stressing ‘bout my motherfucking pop tooHe wasn't around, but somehow I got throughWe ain't had no father figures to drop jewelsPaid the bills is how I filled up my pop shoesNow I ain't trying to sound hostileBut I was cooking cocaine when my mom was playing gospelYou can believe what your mind chooseBut I refuse to worship a man the color of Tom CruiseIt's cocaine in my councilAnd my apostles is fiends with million dollar nostrilsYou niggas is primetime newsAnd if you ever put somebody in jail, I hope you die soonYou been a rat since high schoolYou and the cops cool, niggas is clowns without the costumesI always got block foodAnd my education came from the block, it was not schoolWhy dudes want to see me murdered?See I put a drive thru in the trap, that's for convenient serviceA warranty for every ki you purchaseCouple times, niggas came back tripping and got reimbursementsMy ex-bitch, she was perfectShe used to drive five hours with bricks without being nervousHad to ask if my freedom worth itAll the cars, ice and gold digging bitches with European purses