Boldy James - TV Dinners lyrics

[Intro: Sample & Sideshow] Why you keep on b*tchin' about Monte man? Ain't sh*t gon' happen, alright? Alright? Damn, we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em sh*t ain't that hard For sure [Verse 1: Sideshow] You got killers, ni**a, I'm a killer You need a gun, I need a 3D printer My guns are long, your paper ten inch, ni**a I run the money East quick like a [?] sprinter 'Cause I'm supposed to, stand on my money like Kareem in the post I want the most, like, can't you see we winners? Judge tried to give our asses the most My best friend servin' ten, eatin' TV dinners Why you think I never laugh at your jokes? And oftеntimes, I'm mean-muggin', you don't see me grinnin' You wanna meet thе plug, but, moe, I'm tryna be that ni**a That's why I play the game cold like a DC winter Singin' birds don't come by my window I got some swans on the floor And what you want? I got that sh*t for the low My Detroit partner got that sh*t that you pour And I be sippin' too much of it, I'm gone And screamin' "Free Fleas", I can't wait 'til you home But with my brothers every day on the phone And that money right here waitin' for you, this sh*t ain't a loan It's off the strength, blood, muscle, and bone Got it off the stress, weed, broken flip phones Me and the homies have needs, so we kicked in the door Goin' through sh*t, I'd rather cry on my own These people don't really know who I am They just know the destruction I can No, will do for my fam I keep a hammer if, when in a jam [Interlude: The Sopranos Sample] For the same reasons, we're soldiers Soldiers don't go to Hell It's war Soldiers, they kill other soldiers [Verse 2: Boldy James] Blew a fifty on a Dwele, with girly out in LA Tryna stick me, gotta get up earlier than Thebe Goyard skully, gazin' at the stars in the Culli' It's still Hell Block hully-gully Gift wrap them brickies then we kidnap them slippies Forties on deck like a six pack on mickeys Name heavy in the street as a rose gold Phillipe Came fully AP'd, now I need a Richie Wasn't takin' 'til I hit it with the G-rizzy Watched it come together, full circle, did a 360 Cut it with the lactose and get a free fifty Reekin' of second hand crack smoke and cheap whiskey Ghost Glock on my waist, made a killin' off the noise Block so hot, got the paint peelin' off the walls Quarter, half brick, whole brick, I can move it all Auntie want it quick, gettin' sick, goin' through withdrawals Where we at? [Outro: Sample] I stay home for a week, I ain't touch nothin' And, and next week, I was smokin' again It's contagious, isn't that right? I wanna better my life, you know I don't wanna be runnin' around the streets Gettin' high, you know And not carin' about my whereabouts, myself, my personal hygiene No matter how great a saint you are (Yeah) If you hang around sinner (Goodness)