Glass House (feat. e Randy)

All that talk, yet you live in a glass house Well, my words are stones and I'm casting them all out Right? All that talk, yet you live in a glass house Well, my words are stones and I'm casting them all out Right? All that talk, yet you live in a glass house Well, my words are stones and I'm casting them all out I'm tossing them all out Sending shots to these niggas Rocks to these niggas I don't even like most these niggas I been spitting so fire I need a breath mint Or maybe some soap To wash out the profanity, debauchery from my soul But y'all should already know That I am still the same Proclaiming to be untouchable That's not what your uncle said No wonder you need the meds No wonder you need to bred A different personality I don't care bout formalities When it comes to you niggas Always talking bout figures Yet figure you put it off For the power, women, and liquor Y'all all about twitter fingers While me? A wicked slinger Dead ringer for the crown But that's not what I'm about I'm en route of something different Wow! You seem so gifted, but like the blueprint There's also a curse that follows So I just, keep it together Like children in broken marriages Or your local therapist saving a Hannah Baker More or less, I'm coming for the spot like your baby's dad Game and watch with the way that I move around Thought I was a clown, well the joke gonna make ya frown Pennywise with the humor, now All that talk, yet you live in a glass house Well, my words are stones and I'm casting them all out Right? All that talk, yet you live in a glass house Well, my words are stones and I'm casting them all out Right? All that talk, yet you live in a glass house Well, my words are stones and I'm casting them all out I'm tossing them all out Sending shots to these niggas Rocks to these niggas I don't even like most these niggas Criticize me if you want Ostracize me if you can Burn me down call me a Wiz Cause y'all fucking ignorant Your best friend should be the couch Your talent should be that mouth Your mum and dad be that TV So for your good, this is lights out You can use but can't produce Criticize but can't resolve Your opinion copy-paste What did you say "Me no hear" sheep You sure got jokes, but can't take none Call the police, when you are wrong But I'm a Wiz, do not forget You threw that stone, I'll break your vase Nigga, I don't let shit fly I am nocturnal, human abnormal Ma shit abysmal I am not docile Critics are fragile And they ain't angels Stand for your trial I don't wanna see you cry It gonna be brutal They gonna be fried rice (Fry) You live in a glasshouse (House) We all can see it (See it) Your life is Boujee (Boujee) It nice, transparent and fancy (Fancy, Fancy) You sure do got balls To move in our ghetto and flaunt all that money you stole from the people You think we are blind but we see it so panic Cause Karma's a bitch who gonna feed you to dogs (Dogs) All that talk, yet you live in a glass house Well, my words are stones and I'm casting them all out Right? All that talk, yet you live in a glass house Well, my words are stones and I'm casting them all out Right? All that talk, yet you live in a glass house Well, my words are stones and I'm casting them all out I'm tossing them all out Sending shots to these niggas Rocks to these niggas I don't even like most these niggas