I've been throwing stones in a glass house

Got a curse that I know wasn't passed down

Hit chrome then cash out

Had someone to call my own, but I lashed out

Now I'm at the strip club strapped and throwing bands out

Tryna find an ATM, that's how they know Imma' cash out

Head back home then pass out

And awake, with the feeling that I'm bout to go to slaughter at the lambs house

Put the bible back down

I'm always smoking type shit

Always coughing, always choking type shit

Always looking for a move, for a motion type shit

Meditation got me floating type shit

Confident but I ain't never gon be gloating type shit

This is nothing, just is something that I wrote that type shit

Flow might, live below hype

But I go live, type shit

Moving on my own type shit (type shit)

I needa go home type shit (type shit)