The Alchemist, Boldy James, Sideshow - TV Dinners lyrics

Why you keep on bitchin' about my tape, 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 ትንሽ, nigga
I run the money East quick
Like an Ethi 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 oftentimеs, I'm mean-muggin'
You don't see me grinnin'
You wanna meet the plug, but moе
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 in my waist
Made a killin' off the noise spot 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)