text: Isnt 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 dont concern me
  Got money on standby if I get arrested 
  I move that product all throughout the section 
  Where youngins got weapons, aint nobody wrestle 
  Dont answer nobody questions 
  Famous overnight and nobody stretched him 
  Reminiscing, Ive been wilding forever 
  Buck-fiftyll 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, Ill 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 aint had no fears
  Mama droppin tears, devil in the rear
  You aint seeing clear, demons in your ear
  Angel on your shoulder
  You aint know it was Pops, he just wanted to get closer
  He start pumpin rock and got caught with a bow
  He dont 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, dont even approach him 
  Blow your top like nirvana 
  Im with a model 
  Im John Gotti in the 
  Cigar smokin, smellin prosperous
  Stamp the dope with Rihanna
  Isnt it lovely all alone? 
  Heart made of glass, my mind of stone 
  Tear me to pieces, skin to bone 
  Hello, welcome home 
  Im 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 aint tryna hear peace 
  Thats all that you not with your peeps 
  We puttin bread on your head so dont wonder why shots fire
  I melt the durag with the grease
  Im 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, Im a felon, nigga
  Type to hit the bank, you a teller, nigga 
  You gon get rattled, you gon just tattle
  Like it didnt matter and go tell on niggas 
  No handshakes, get the hell on, nigga 
  Tell on mine, youll 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 dont 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 
  Isnt 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 aint it
  Businesses, aight, cuz
  I hear you, I hear you, cuz, but
  Let me know when you figure it out
  Until then, you know where Ima be at
  Thing is, I already figured it out
  I read the book, I know how this shit end