Marsh B. - Glass House (feat. Smoketown Knave)

Yeah (Leggit)
A1 since day one
Marsh B, Knave what up
What's popping lil bro
Aye yo tell shorty I don't even like eggs
Pouring up shots until I pass out
Woke up in a bed that ain't mine
With a lil fine bitch cooking eggs with her ass out
Take ya make up off I'm bout lash out
Fraud niggas mad I'm putting facts out
Throwing bone to ya bitch should've told these lil gits
Don't trying to throw stones in a glasshouse
Comin for what's mine bitch I'm back now
Grinding to the finish line, I got to get it
With my back against the wall I'm still dropping fifty nigga
I don't diss niggas
I just keep my distance when they flipping
Like my weed loud so I can't hear you when you bullshitting
Hit my phone with that nonsense, red button
Don't got a lot but I swear I used to have nothing
Like my blunts overweight I'm talking Nicki Parker
No ghost writer if I quote it then you know I wrote it
Eyes low but like a Ford you know I'm still focused
Don't do magic but the stick will leave you hocus pocus
Me and bro go back I'm rolling like a coaster
In the paint I go hard every plays a poster (Leggit)
Pouring up shots until I pass out
Woke up in a bed that ain't mine
With a lil fine bitch cooking eggs with her ass out
Take ya make up off I'm bout lash out
Fraud niggas mad I'm putting facts out
Throwing bone to ya bitch should've told these lil gits
Don't trying to throw stones in a glasshouse
Comin for what's mine bitch I'm back now
I'm on all ten I'll never back down
Respect and props from these niggas
I ain't saying imma put down my weapon when I tell you I put my mac down
They don't wanna see me when I black out
Feel like I'm getting the last laugh now
Killing them softly now days you don't really know me
You just won't beef but I raised the steaks I'm the mother fucking cash cow
These Niggas just part of the past now
Put my heart in the game and can't even cash out
Flame to rag the gas cap
Swear this shit was the last route
They ain't think I'd pan out
I'm showing my ass now
Grinding for the glasshouse and the shit I can pass down
Kinging on the throne and the drink give me my damn crown
Pouring up shots until I pass out
Woke up in a bed that ain't mine
With a lil fine bitch cooking eggs with her ass out
Take ya make up off I'm bout lash out
Fraud niggas mad I'm putting facts out
Throwing bone to ya bitch should've told these lil gits
Don't trying to throw stones in a glasshouse
Coming for what's mine bitch I'm back now

Written by:
John White, Marshall Bradley III

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