Judge Your Own House

[Intro]
I walk in
Head high
You don’t know
How many times I died (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I been crawlin’ through the drought, you just scrollin’ on a screen
You just see the highlight, I remember every scene
Y’all be judgin’ from the porch while I’m runnin’ in the rain
You don’t know my map, you just pointin’ at the stains
I was eatin’ ramen, writin’ dreams up on the wall
You was busy talkin’, I was busy not to fall
Turned my trauma to a jacket, I’ma zip it when it’s cold
You don’t get to grade the fire if you never touched the coal (woo)
[Chorus]
You can’t judge me, judge your own house
Talk big talk with a small mouth
You don’t know my road or my route
You don’t know the pain I walked out
You can’t judge me, judge your own house (yeah)
Got scars you can’t even pronounce
You was never there in that drought
You don’t know the price, so hush now (shh, hush)
[Verse 2]
You a fan in the bleachers, I’m the game on the court
You be throwin’ little stones from a glass resort
I’m the storm in the summer, you the leak in the roof
You be talkin’ ’bout my dirt with your closet full of proof (facts)
I turned every L to a letter in my name
I was sleepin’ in a car, now I’m swervin’ in my lane
You see gold on my neck, I see ghosts in my eyes
You just see the crown, I remember how it’s sized (yeah)
[Chorus]
You can’t judge me, judge your own house
Talk big talk with a small mouth
You don’t know my road or my route
You don’t know the pain I walked out
You can’t judge me, judge your own house
Got scars you can’t even pronounce
You was never there in that drought
You don’t know the price, so hush now (hush now)
[Bridge]
You ain’t there when my hands shook, prayin’ in the dark (nah)
You ain’t there when my best friend turned into a mark
So don’t weigh my soul on your crooked little scale
I’m the book God wrote that you’ll never get to sell (never)
[Chorus]
You can’t judge me, judge your own house
Talk big talk with a small mouth
You don’t know my road or my route
You don’t know the pain I walked out
You can’t judge me, judge your own house (yeah, yeah)
Got scars you can’t even pronounce
I’m the proof that the hurt pays out
You don’t know the price, so hush now (so hush)

rap, Bouncy Southern trap-pop blend, swaggering male vocals. Swung hi-hats and rattling percussion under a thick 808 bed, with bright synth plucks for hook contrast. Verses stay tight and conversational, with ad-libs tucked around punchlines; chorus widens into chant-ready gang vocals and stacked harmonies. Occasional chopped vocal stutters and drops before hooks to make the title line hit hard., pop, hip hop