TV Dinners

歌手: The Alchemist Boldy James Sideshow • 专辑:This Thing Of Ours • 发布时间:2021-04-30
Why you keep on bitchin' about Monte, man?
 Ain't shit gon' happen, alright? Alright?
 Damn, we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em
 Shit ain't that hard
 For sure

 
 You got killers, nigga, I'm a killer
 You need a gun, I need a 3D printer
 My guns are long, your paper ten-inch, nigga
 I run the money East quick like an EP 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 nigga
 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 shit for the low
 My Detroit partner got that shit that you pour
 And I be sippin' too much of it, I'm gone
 And screamin' "Free Fleez", 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 shit 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 shit, 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


 
 For the same reasons, we're soldiers
 Soldiers don't go to Hell
 It's war
 Soldiers, they kill other soldiers

 
 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 of 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?

 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)
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