KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Fukglasshouse lyrics

The title of the album
You know, it's Glass House
So you're gonna peek in and see us
More than you've ever seen us
Um, Em is in, you know
He got a hand in it
But in a way where it's just like
Time to show everybody
"Shut up, I'm gonna rap"

I'm smoking on this Glass House pack tonight
R.I.P. Glass House, rest in procrastination
You was beautiful
I'm so sad I had to do it to you
We started off brothers in this shit
You couldn't tell us nothing in this bitch
(On the code of the streets)
Mixtapes was a hunnid in the clip
First album was a duffel full
Of bricks, nigga (No bone a piece)
You know, the way we done it was a lick


Give me the money
And even though lifе's a bitch
She suck a nigga dick
Had to train you pussies
But you ain't fuckin' with the click
Gun in thе safe is the pole vault
I get it jumpin' with the stick, yeah
The rap game is a bloody sport
Beefin' with your label 'cause
Your money's short
Unimportant to me
I'm worried about if those stitches
Gon come to court
They can fuck the album
Just leak it under a dummy corp
I'm just, I'm just tryna escape traffic
Do it through the music
But my niggas just ain't rappin' (So I)
Stay traffickin'
Whoever say it ain't happen
Is a downlow brother
'Cause them niggas is straight cappin'
I don't give a fuck what you overheard
I called Em, I called Royce
I even called Paul Rosenberg
Tried to put the group back together
That's for the culture, word
Niggas brushed it off like it's nothing
That's why I'm so disturbed
What would Crooked I do?
Get back to the grind (True)
Bentleys, I'ma buy two
Get 'em out the mud till it look like
I'm driving right through the bayou
And guess what I'm playing
When I'm riding by you

This, Fuck Glass House
(We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House
(We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House
(We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House
(Brand new)

We on that brand new
Paint one, flame one, to dismantle
Glass House, that bitch dead
Framed up on my mantle near
That pig's head, danglin'
Wait, ain't that that mask you used to wear
Crooked?
Nah, that's a actual carcass
I parked a couple in this melon
Till it squealed like somebody yelling
Real but they tellin'
It's ill how you niggas claim you
Kill but you run mouth
I still be in the field with the gloves
You in clubhouse, fuck outta here
Get you the fuck outta here
Like it's nothing son
I mean, the fuck outta here
Like I'm nuttin' on his son (Haha)
And I can't give a fuck
What you overheard (Word)
You weak and listenin' to sheep gon
Get you rocked to sleep, over herds
I don't play industry, street nigga
Chosen words
Radio or shadio, ask one of them Rosenbergs
Peter pay Paul where I'm from
On them broken curves
I ain't underrated
They just overrate the phony herbs (Facts)
Fuck the numbers, I just love the art (Word)
Remember, I asked to leave the doc
Think I care who runnin' up the charts?
(Shit)
Line 'em up, let's go bar for bar
Is they gon win? That's a big N-O
Like a Mardi Gras party, walking right by you
Just had a hearty hard moment
Of what I might do
Feel like I'm Marty Mar
This the unofficial Glass House sequel
I shoulda saw what it was since
The glass house see-through

This, Fuck Glass House
(We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House
(We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House
(We on some brand new shit)
Fuck Glass House

I challenge any real nigga
To answer this question
If you don't wanna see
Your brother eat
Is that your brother?