Lyrics

[Intro] 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" [Intro 2: KXNG Crooked] 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 [Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] 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 [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] 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) [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] 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 an 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) 'Member, 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 [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] 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 [Outro: KXNG Crooked] I challenge any real nigga to answer this question If you don't wanna see your brother eat, is that your brother?