🎵 Glass House World
[Intro – Spoken, Deep Voice, Echo FX]
Uh… yeah (yeah)
It’s a small world, homie…
Big community. (echo: “community… community…”)
Before you throw that rock…
Remember where you live.
[Verse 1]
(Beat drops heavy — slow West Coast swing)
There’s a li’l freakiness in all of us — (uh-huh)
Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout (talkin’ ‘bout…).
From the Roman Senate to them Greek debates,
From Victorian halls… to them Hollywood gates.
Now it’s out in the open (open…) ain’t no shame in they game,
Celebs wildin’ out just to boost they name.
Even ministers caught — white collar, black suit,
But behind closed doors? Yeah, they taste that fruit. (mmm-hmm)
The facilitators? — Man, they the plug,
Got saints in the club, swimmin’ deep in the drug.
But listen — if there weren’t no fiends, there’d be no deals,
No fentanyl drops… no cold steel chills.
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[Hook – West Coast Bounce, Call & Response]
🎤 Glass house world — (uh!) stones keep flyin’,
🎤 Truth hit hard — (hard!) ain’t no denyin’.
🎤 Name in the wind — whispers get louder,
🎤 One day they gon’ tell… all about ya. (about ya… about ya…)
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[Verse 2]
You quick to judge — but you hide your dirt,
In a pressed white shirt with a fake-ass smirk. (uh-huh)
If there ain’t no users, there ain’t no suppliers,
But y’all keep the demand burnin’ hot like fires. (yeah…)
No kids OD, no mamas cryin’,
If y’all wasn’t in the bathroom secretly tryin’.
But nah — you point at the pusher like you never did wrong,
While you choppin’ that line just to feel real strong. (uh)
Man… hypocrisy’s a poison, gets you hooked deep,
Till the truth comes knockin’ and you lose that sleep.
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[Hook – West Coast Bounce, Call & Response]
🎤 Glass house world — (uh!) stones keep flyin’,
🎤 Truth hit hard — (hard!) ain’t no denyin’.
🎤 Name in the wind — whispers get louder,
🎤 One day they gon’ tell… all about ya. (about ya… about ya…)
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[Bridge – Spoken Over Beat, Dre-Style Whisper Ad-Libs]
Before you start throwin’ stones… (throwin’ stones…)
Remember where you live.
One crack in that glass… (crack… crack…)
And the whole thing — comes down.
It’s a small world… (small world…) big community… (community…)
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[Verse 3]
They say power corrupts, but it’s lust that invites it,
One taste of the dark fruit — you can’t fight it.
From clergy to Congress, the cameras don’t sleep,
Everybody got a skeleton they bury too deep. (too deep…)
Problem ain’t just the plug — it’s the crowd in the pew,
Hands raised high, but they know what they do.
Double lives in the light, double shots in the night,
Sippin’ poison wine from a cup too bright.
So watch your step — in this mirrored town,
Where reflections cut deep… and the wounds don't heal.
