Dave East, Jonezy - Welcome Home DMX lyrics

Isn't it lovely all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home

Me and my lawyer, we got a connection
Look up to the heavens
Thank God for each blessing
No district attorney
That shit don't concern me
Got money on standby if I get arrested
I move that product all
Throughout the section
Where youngins got weapons
Ain't nobody wrestle
Don't answer nobody questions
Famous overnight and nobody stretched him
Reminiscing, I've been wilding forever
Buck-fifty'll have you smiling forever
I been sick, got your bitch
On my dick like, "Papi, get better"


Before rap, I Cavalli the sweater
I seen your favorite bitch, I
Told my niggas, "Bet
I'll probably go get her"
Go get a scale, we got product to measure
I wanted the Fendi, but honestly
I know the Prada fit better
The judge givin' niggas years
Following your peers, you ain't had no fears
Mama droppin' tears, devil in the rear
You ain't seeing clear, demons in your ear
Angel on your shoulder
You ain't know it was Pops
He just wanted to get closer
He start pumpin' rock and got
Caught with a bow he don't show no emotion
Like he playing poker
He talk about opps in his
Blunt while he smokin'
What you know about not nobody joking?
What you know about the whole lobby smoking?
What you know about no guns or you poked?
A lot on his mind, don't even approach him
Blow your top like nirvana i'm with a model
I'm John Gotti in the
Cigar smokin', smellin' prosperous
Stamp the dope with Rihanna

Isn't it lovely all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home

I'm used to trappin' with my homie Dave
Nowadays I rap on tracks with Dave East
Feds snatched up Dopeman Dave on conspiracy
Million in cash and a couple of keys
Once we say war, we ain't tryna hear peace
That's all that you not with your peeps
We puttin' bread on your head so
Don't wonder why shots fire
I melt the durag with the grease
I'm in the field and not sayin' the least
Off White my jersey, Chanel on my cleats
Love to sell brown and I love to sell white
Got an obsession like
Hell of a nigga, I'm a felon, nigga
Type to hit the bank, you a teller, nigga
You gon' get rattled, you gon' just tattle
Like it didn't matter and go tell on niggas
No handshakes, get the hell on, nigga
Tell on mine, you'll see heaven, nigga
Have your little brother steppin' with you
You broke, how? Cut the scale on, nigga
From up top, then you hit the block
You from down south, hit the Chevron, nigga
Free game but I paid for it
And don't forget to keep a weapon with ya
Richard Mille on my right wrist
No rap cash, just off white shit
Niggas know me for the dice shit
And throwin' dog food on the right strip
Had a brown broad, got a light chick
Got a Spanish mami and a white chick
When I hit the club, I might throw a dub
Got the strap in through my dyke bitch

Isn't it lovely all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home

Oh, yeah, ah yeah, oh ooh, oh
Oh, yeah, ah yeah, oh oh ooh, oh

We gotta get the brown, start some businesses
This street shit ain't it
Businesses, a'ight, cuz
I hear you, I hear you, cuz, but
Let me know when you figure it out
Until then, you know where I'ma be at
Thing is, I already figured it out
I read the book, I know how this shit end