TV Dinners (feat. Boldy James & Sideshow)

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 a 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 often times, I'm mean-muggin', you don't see me grinnin' You wanna meet the 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 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 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 50 on a Dwele, with girly out in L.A. 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 40 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 50 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)