Blocka - HB Freestyle (Season 3)

[Verse]
Trapping ain't dead, it's just bait now
In the bando with the scales, pushing weight out
Treys in the boot of this car, get you laid out
10/10 food in the box, this ain't takeout
Counting dirty money but I'm clean-hearted
The roads always taught me how to be heartless
See the love here's fake, they only reach you when you're popping
If you ain't got money then the love for you is stopping
If you know me then you'd know what I'm on
I can tell you bout my life, I'd rather pour it in a song
You ever taken hella losses, going brokе? Man it's long
And it's back to robbing shottas, give it up or you'll get bun
Came up off a quartеr, now it's "Shout me, I can build your line"
Running up these cheques, I had to bag it up a million times
I'm the guy that your plug brought his weight off
Ten pounds of this Cali, get it paid off
Bagging all this work really gave me spinal pain
Doing all this dirt just so I can see them finer days
Strap me a joint then imma fly away
I need bread in every way, that's my five-a-day
I ain't the type to go and run to the feds
I'm the type to ring your phone and stick you up for the pebs
Put the nine to your head, I ain't aiming at your legs
It's a problem if I'm yakked cah I'm only seeing red
I heard there's beef on the roads, if it's beef, you would know
You wouldn't leave the house or let your peeps leave the road
Cali packs for my smoke, if it ain't mine then it's yours
I'm around some real G's that got keys on the road
I've gotta break bread, I can't rely on a cat just to stay fed
It's gotta make sense, work my way up but I gotta take steps
I ain't tryna make friends, I'm just tryna break kegs
You ever made hella grands in the same clothes?
Ever done bait drops on the main roads?
You ever had to serve the cats with the Trey close?
You ever had to go quiet and stay broke?
You ever broke down a brizzy on your own?
You ever had to go and switch up the phone?
The late nights in the trap with the bros
You ever slept para, thinking feds at the door?
Think I give a fuck if you believe it or not?
We're still riding round, serving fiends on the block
We still stay scheming on these opps, fuck the thots
I'm just tryna hit the belly before I drop, that's on God
I'm still broke, tryna be a big plug
So I'm on the roads supplying all these big buds
Cookies came in so I'm pushing all these packs out
Food's so loud, made the cats go and pass out
In the T house, food gets stamped on
I shot anything that I can get my hands on
I get quality in quantity
If I ain't bagging I make sure the weight's bang on
In the T house, food gets stamped on
I shot anything that I can get my hands on
I get quality in quantity
If I ain't bagging I make sure the weight's bang on