Block Food - 38 Spesh, Cashwitus Pooh

Block food, nigga

Cashwitus, Trust Gang, nigga

Ayo Spesh, you ready?

I’ll talk my shit

It’s only right that I talk my shit

Look

Nigga, 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 nigga, I was trapping since I was 12 with it

When I got bagged, I had bitches come to the jail with it

Sneaking it inside of their pussy, 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 niggas that never recollect

Treat it like Mickey D’s, I’m only working to collect a check

These niggas hustle for clothes and the hoes in dresses

Fuck 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

Fuck 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 bitch at arm’s reach

Coke price go up, we keeping the shit 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 shit, give it dedication

Fuck up out my lane when I’m moving, I’m always designating

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 motherfucking pot too

Now I was stressing ‘bout my motherfucking 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 niggas 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, niggas 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, niggas came back tripping and got reimbursements

My ex-bitch, 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 bitches with European purses