Glass House - Antihéroes, Lee Scott, Salar

I eat your last piece of cake like 'piece of cake'

Then fall asleep awake

Friends?

That’s something I don’t need to make

Offer me a hand, and

I leave you hanging like a mid-season break

I scream blue murder and cause a code red

I’m sleeping like a baby on a rose bed

There’s decomposing bones in me chrome web

I look down on meself

I’m over me own head

Me phone’s dead if you want me just pray, though

It’ll be ok if you say so

I’m Rakim paid in full, you’re a standing order

You sell yourself down the river for a glass of water

I snatch it out your hand, take a sip and then spit

You got the sauce, but no chickens to dip

They’re like, 'Eh, you need to drop this whole ignorant shit.'

Fuck that, I’m me own worst critic, and I think I’m the shit

I’m throwing boulders at your glass house

You’re walking in, I’ll walk you back out

Like, take it in your stride (stride)

Bitch, you’re assassinating the vibe

I’m throwing boulders at your glass house

You’re walking in, I’ll walk you back out

Like, take it in your stride (stride)

Bitch, you’re assassinating the vibe

Yo, I got six hoes and I’m three timing 'em

I know ten of the best rappers alive

And I’m at least nine of 'em

I don’t even try to win

I just do

I hope you have a great day

P. S. Fuck you

Got you flinching like a nervous cat

Violent disagreements with Google Maps

'cause I decide where I’m at

Big belly laugh when I heard you rap

I punch the fucking sun out the sky when I pull the curtains back

My ego is loss-proof

Every time I speak about myself factually I’m spreading God’s truth

Do the math, hit you with the one-two

I can’t stop

Being this sweg even if I want to

It’s not a particular feeling I get

It’s just something that’s a constant

Like breathing… or receiving some head

My inner daemons are pets

And I’ll walk 'em all over you

And tell the Judge the Lord told me to

I’m throwing boulders at your glass house

You’re walking in, I’ll walk you back out

Like, take it in your stride (stride)

Bitch, you’re assassinating the vibe

I’m throwing boulders at your glass house

You’re walking in, I’ll walk you back out

Like, take it in your stride (stride)

Bitch, you’re assassinating the vibe