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Dave East

Welcome Home DMX (from "Griselda & BSF: Conflicted" soundtrack)

 

Welcome Home DMX (from "Griselda & BSF: Conflicted" soundtrack)


Isn't it lovely all alone? (808 Mafia)
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 (Uh)
I move that product all throughout the section (Move)
Where youngins got weapons, ain't nobody wrestle (Nobody)
Don't answer nobody questions (Nobody)
Famous overnight and nobody stretched him (Nobody, boom)
Reminiscing, I've been wilding forever (Wow)
Buck-fifty'll have you smiling forever
I been sick, got your bitch on my dick like, "Papi, get better"
Before rap, I could [?] the sweater (Ooh)
I seen your favorite bitch, I told my niggas, "Bet, I'll probably go get her" (Bet)
Go get a scale, we got product to measure
I wanted the Fendi, but honestly, I know the Prada fit better (Rich)
The judge giving niggas years
Following your peers, you ain't had no fears
Mama dropping 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 pumping 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 smoking
What you know about not nobody joking? (Nobody)
What you know about the whole lobby smoking? (Whole lobby)
What you know about no guns or you poked? (Poked)
A lot on his mind, don't even approach him (Nah)
Blow your top like nirvana (Boom)
I'm [?] with a model (Sippin')
I'm John Gotti in the (Gambino)
Cigar smoking, smelling prosperous
Stamp the dope with Rihanna

Isn't it lovely all alone? (East, what up, though?)
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone (Yah)
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone (Gotta get at this shit, though)
Hello, welcome home (Yeah, yeah)

I'm used to trapping with my homie Dave (Uh-huh)
Nowadays I rap on tracks with Dave East
Feds snatched up Dopeman Dave on conspiracy
Million in cash and a couple of keys (Free Wayne)
Once we say war, we ain't tryna hear peace (Uh-uh)
That's all that you [?] not with your peeps (Dang)
We putting 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 saying the least
Off-White my jersey, Chanel on my cleats (On God)
Love to sell brown and I love to sell white (Uh-huh)
Got an obsession like [?]
Hell of a nigga, I'm a felon, nigga
Type to hit the bank, you a teller, nigga (You a teller)
You gon' get rattled, you gon' just tattle
Like it didn't matter and go tell on niggas (Go tell)
No handshakes, get the hell on, nigga (Fuck off)
Tell on mine, you'll see heaven, nigga (Swear to God)
Have your little brother stepping with you (He'll come too)
You broke, how? Cut the scale on, nigga (Cut it on)
From up top, then you hit the block
You from down south, hit the Chevron, nigga (The Chevron, nigga)
Free game but I paid for it
And don't forget to keep a weapon with ya (This blick, nigga)
Richard Mille on my right wrist
No rap cash, just off white shit (Just off white)
Niggas know me for the dice shit
And throwing dog food on the right strip (That's me)
Had a brown broad, got a light chick (Got 'em all)
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 (Ha)

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, cause
I hear you, I hear you, cause, 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

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