Uh 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