Soldier by Glass House

Stumble God: Vocals, additional mastering
Icarus: DJ, mixing, mastering, additional vocals

Glass House: Soldier

Glass House: Hunter

Glass House: You Wouldn't Steal a Car

Executive produced by MzJaxon, and Schimo (Track 02)

Mixing and mastering by Schimo

Cover art by MzJaxon

MAC Drive, 2021

Shoutout Daky, East, and Brandon!

Got The Drop [Prod. qqq]

Cover art by Was Never Lucky

Credits:

Stumble God - Vocals, mixing, curation
Icarus - DJ, mixing
onlyrealcash - Production
Dead House - Additional vocals

MAC Drive, 2024

Glass House - West Memphis *MV IN DESC [Prod. onlyrealcash]

Glass House - pink [Prod. ptrck]

Glass House - henry + karen [Prod. onlyrealcash]

Glass House - BnM jazz mix [Prod. katabeats]

Glass House - drixxedoutorgy [Prod. onlyrealcash]

Stumble God - Fxck [Prod. onlyrealcash]

Glass House - Swerve 3 w Daky [Prod. midiseason]

Glass House - plugglagoon club mix [Prod. ptrck] *MV IN DESCRIPTION

Glass House:

Stumble God - Vocals, production
Schimo - Vocals, mixing
DJ Icarus - Remixing, mastering

Glass House - Bip a Bipper [Prod. digital sleeper]

Glass House - Gas Station Rap [Prod. playboyflex + horrorplugg + moneycountit]

Glass House - S/T [Prod. ocurie + shirui]

It’s, me vs everybody like space ghost Purpp
And I’m beefing with my homies like Space Ghost Purrp
Run up on you with my homies like Space Ghost Purrp
I’m still out here with nobody like SpaceGhostPurrp
Fuck your whole family line like space ghost Purrp
Ima diss you when you die like space ghost Purrp
I put on for all my friends like Space Ghost Purrp
I ain’t down with all my friends like space ghost purrp
I fuck up my whole life like space ghost purrp
Just to fuck up your career like space ghost purrp
I’m still grinding past my prime like space ghost Purrp
Everybody opposition I’m space ghost purrp
I think all y’all should start moving more like Space Ghost Purrp
Spreading rumors online bitch you space ghost Purrp
Switching up on everybody bitch you space ghost purrp
I’m sipping tea in yo hood bitch you space ghost Purrp
I can’t trust nobody like space ghost Purrp
But I fuck with everybody like space ghost purrp
I get work online cause of space ghost purpp
But I can’t trust no one online cause of SpaceGhostPurrp
I’m still out here with nobody like SpaceGhostPurrp
And I’m known but I’m nobody like Spaceghostpurrp
I love everything about me like SpaceGhostPurrp
I hate everyone around me like SpaceGhostPurrp

Glass House - SGP [Prod. icymeed]

- Lyrics -

SG

Could give a fuck bout a lame I only care about my fam
And I might go make an example for they ever try to air
But I would never hurt no body before my own I play it fair And I ain’t even proud of it I fucking hate the way they staring at me
These punks want come at Schimo so they gotta go through LP Jackson
But I’m worried about Daky, fuck you up before he catch it
Give a fuck about the law we running round your fucking address
Two bags now we active, fuck all of the rapping
Singing while I tap it, no eye contact after
I wish I could laugh with her but she know too much after
Lost all of my friends now all I’ve got left is the comrades I’m still making moves but for a minute I wasn’t really on that
I’m lazy when I’m off that, she ask me if I want that
Ask her if she want that, she said nah I want that one
That’s three hundred for the good bag, you know I got that good snatch
And my plug came in clutch with that, cause he the homie and we been sharing that 
Those diamonds take your body over like Uzi Mane, you losing weight,
Can’t recognize you anymore like Gucci Mane
So while you losing soft I’m moving trippy with the drix and the blues like I was Juicy J
I just took your bitch to the Eastside boy whatchu gon do you not Lil J

MMC

Me and Jackson we like Walter White and Jesse in the trap
I been smoking on the type of gas that got me off the map
Life’s a marathon but you can always see me running laps
You can say a lot of things but you can’t tell me that I lack
Im so painfully aware of everything I lack
I’m so stuck up in my head you know I can’t be keeping track
I don’t have a lot to give but what I have is for the Mac 
I’m Balboa down in Lancaster the city’s on my back
Eyes red know I’m slumped up off that gas pack
My bed is a symbol of my setbacks 
So fly but it’s rarely that I’m jet lagged 
Sent the text through my phone I said bet that
All the time that I wish I could get back
2 blunts in my Louis Vuitton bag
Talking music then you know that I’m on that
Talking money yeah you know that we on that

- Credits -

Stumble God: Vox, additional mastering
Icarus: DJ, mixing, mastering
Monkey McCarnival: Vox
ptrckparker: Production

Glass House - Tilikum ft. MMC [prod. ptrckparker]

(Glass House) UDK ft. Daky x Bopper [prod. Mike Hertz]

- Lyrics - 

SG:

On my mother I will hunt down all her enemies
Don’t care where it ends I make sure mine gonna rest in peace
Everyday we smoking tryna wake up from this memory
Every time I try rebirth myself I break her everything
Every time I try to go to sleep I hear bells ringing
Every time I peel myself start scratching like my skin stinging
Every time I try to read a book, its like I can’t see
Every time I feel myself, it feel like I’m in therapy
How the fuck you call yourself a man when you won’t answer me
How the fuck you call yourself a bitch when you don’t answer me
I might hit a lick with brodie just cause he was there for me
I don’t fuck with thieves I fuck with bippers less they getting me

Afterthought:
 
“My only grievance is if you bip me”

SG:

I been in the middle of two guns and it didn’t get to me
Blood shooting drake get out the way I move like JLC
I ain’t gonna lie but I don’t know what you you not telling me
Least I have respect enough to hate myself for what I been
Every time I try to go to sleep I hear bells ringing
Put that underneath your girl relaxing up my sweet stinger
Every time I try to go to sleep I hear bells ringing
Put that underneath your girl relaxing up my sweet stinger

ě-l1ght:

Finna bip
His food
And his girl
Take her out to dinner
Every time I try to choose relief
I see hell spinning
On my own I make up motives
well before they held the interests
Sent my best wishes
need my help
Give me ten minutes 
Breathe
I ain’t tryna meet ya
But I wanna go and see 
In the city penny pinching
Big bells on a string
Remember end of class
I got saved by that bitch
Got affinity to secrets 
But I’ll never tell a thing
If Enemies persist 
Eventually they’ll give
I ain’t one to overstep
They won’t look me in my mit
Won’t book me till I binge
Won’t foot me up the bill
Know the costs overhead
They went for that kill 
positions get raised 
Every time I persist
Spoken in resistance 
To the pothole that I’ve lived
Opposition break
On our side they can’t stick
Think I’m bouta go in on this bip like the grinch

(Glass House) Bells Ring ft. e-l1ght [Prod. Madeinsouthkorea]

SG

2 hands
3 bands
4’s up
For the fam For my dawgs
For the gram
Fuck a loss What’s the plan
Grind and burn it
Got em twerking
That’s a worker
That’s a man
That’s a woman
That’s a fan
That’s a boy
That’s a band

2 phones
2 plugs
2 chains
2 slugs
2 fucks
I don’t gotta give
Keep that wire on me
But I never snitch
We got bitches
We got money
We got homies
When nobody want us
Beat his ass
If he talking on us
Bleed his ass
Even if he wasn’t 
2 hands
3 bands
Fours up
For the fam For my dawgs
For the gram
Fuck a loss What’s the plan
Grind and burn it
Got em twerking
That’s a worker
That’s a man
That’s a woman
That’s a fan
That’s a boy
That’s a band

(Glass House) 3 Bands [Prod. southbump]

If you got beef with somebody you say you say fuck you
If I got beef with somebody Ima kill them
Pull up on you roll the window down now you ducking 
Pull up on you roll the window up now you wilt n I don’t care who you wit, I’ll fuck you up
I don’t care who you wit, I’ll cut you up
I don’t care who your bitch, I’ll fuck her up
I don’t care who your bitch, I’ll cut you up

I just caught a body in the cold
I just saw a body in the snow
Run his shit and then it’s time to go
Don’t know why but I don’t wanna go
Ima drill my shawty in the open
I’ma take his shit and fuck his hoe then
We gon take his shit and fuck his hoe then
We gon kill his son and run his clothes then
I just did some shit that made me hate myself
How yall gonna take me I can’t take myself
I just saw a body on my shorty steps
Every morning look both ways before the steps

(Glass House) Drive By [prod. cryspectre]

SG

Smoke another one
I don’t gotta munch
I’m not tryna slump
But I’m gonna slump
Holes burnt in my head
Blow inside my mouth
Cause I started young Grown up burning out
Everything is slow
But I’m moving fast
And my connection slow
But my phone is fast
Cop a pack of Marley’s
And some Molly too Rolling up at sheets 
Know we off @ 2

Schimo

Yeah I’m crashing out
And I’m off a 2
You ain’t MAC connected 
That’s why we don’t talk to you
Stumblegod and Schimo
Glass House yeah we Chop & Screw
Bump the tape that shit like acid
How we stuck on loop
Yeah we stuck on loop
Still on Fruity Loops
Talking shit up on your track
But it ain’t got no views
7 storm watching
Like we on the news 
Dipping sheetz and than we
Hit the MAC to burn the booth

SG
 
Smoke another blunt
I don’t gotta munch
I’m not tryna slump
But I’m gonna slump
Holes burnt in my head
Blow inside my mouth
Cause I started young
Grown up burning out
Everything is slow
But I’m moving fast
And my connection slow
But my phone is fast
Cop a pack of Marley’s
And some Molly too Rolling up at sheets 
Know we off it too

(Glass House) Off @ 2 ft. Schimo [Prod. h4llwdd]

Opps are spinning round again I’m feeling kinda sick
I been out here all day, ain’t nobody doing shit to us
Smell the pussy in the air, and there’s something I can’t undo
Like fuck you, Ill be there, I’m out here, I want to

Opps are spinning round again they tryna take a bitch
I ain’t going out like that tell shawty stay inside the crib
And I know that she ain’t scared, but if I don’t come back she won’t want to
Like fuck you, I’ll be there, I’m out here, I want to

Fuck you, I’ll be there, I’m out here, I want to
Fuck you, I’ll be there, I’m out here, I want to
Fuck you, I’ll be there, I’m out here, I want to
Fuck you, I’ll be there, I’m out here, I want to

Why they spinning round again I’m feeling kinda nauseous
I’m standing in the bile though cause running not a option 
If I fold I might find peace but the world ain’t work like how I want to
So fuck you, Ill be there, I’m out here, I want to

Fuck you, I’ll be there, I’m out here, I want to
Fuck you, I’ll be there, I’m out here, I want to
Fuck you, I’ll be there, I’m out here, I want to
Fuck you, I’ll be there, I’m out here, I want to

(Glass House) Opps [Prod. ptrckparker]

- SG -

Fuck you like a bitch
Fuck you like a bitch
Fuck you like a bitch
Fuck you like a bitch
Touch you like a bitch
Touch you like a bitch
Touch you like a bitch
Touch you like a bitch
Cut you like a bitch
Cut you like a bitch
Cut you like a bitch
Cut you like a bitch
Cuff you like a bitch
Cuff you like a bitch
Cuff you like a bitch
Cuff you like a bitch

Every time I saw it I just knew I had to get me some
Anywhere I look can’t even blink without me seeing some
Try to keep my mind off by go watching the TV or some
All I seen is pussy like two years now I been needing some
Fuck you like a bitch I mean I fuck you like a man 
You gon have to suck my dick if you wanna get it in
And it’s dark inside this bitch so you don’t know bout who I am
You be acting like a bitch, ain’t gon treat you like you man
 
Fuck you like a bitch
Fuck you like a bitch
Fuck you like a bitch
Fuck you like a bitch
Touch you like a bitch
Touch you like a bitch
Touch you like a bitch
Touch you like a bitch
Cut you like a bitch
Cut you like a bitch
Cut you like a bitch
Cut you like a bitch
Now you just a bitch
Now you just a bitch
Now you just a bitch
Now you just a bitch

Acting like a bitch, so we treat you like a bitch
You be acting like a bitch, so we treat you like a bitch
You wearing panties like a bitch, you pussy like a bitch
You cry like a bitch, I fucking hate you, bitch

Everybody wanna act like this shit never happened
We grew up on smoking, drinking, fucking, fighting, running, rapping
All these I’s n G’s are watching me cause they could see me cracking 
But I got a lot of time cause I don’t get a lot of action
Sitting with the army and I’m staring who gon try me
Got so to used locking everybody in the eye see
You was just around I know they like you they don’t like me
Tryna keep my pride that’s why I’m bribing everybody

Leave me by myself and you gon find out why I’m agitated
Sitting there in silence 24 I’m always masturbating
Cut about a thousand times when I get out I’m switching safety
Sitting while these bitches lying down and crying can’t relate
But last night had a dream about an angel with no wings on
Stuck a light inside of me and melted my whole dick off
She said you gon always be this to the people you can’t piss on
Woke up just to find out that this demon got my wish wrong

likeabitch [Prod. @TayTayBeatz]

- SG -
MAC Drive, praise be all the gods, it’s more than a life it’s a religion
If you fuck with MAC Drive better put your hands up
If you fuck with MAC Drive let me see your hands up
If you fuck with Glass House let me see your hands up
If you fuck with Orca Gang let me see your hands up
If you fuck with HVN Gang better put your hands up
If you fuck with Schimo God better out your hands up
If you fuck with Killer Whales better put your hands up
Praise be to the Stumble God but ain’t no need to thank us
If you love the other God than go and put your hands up

- MMC -
Put your hands up
Put your bands up
People really talking down they can’t stand us
All this fucking gas that I smoke’ll rot my mind
Damn what the fuck I’m so sick of wasting time
Young double M C always on his grind
Lord am I doing wrong? Please give me a sign
I got blunt smoke sizzle in my eyes
I’m way too fucking high
You can see the way I fry
I work hard undercover you can’t see the way I try
Now tell me how you feeling but I do not mean to pry
This cheddar in my pocket got my money supersized
Burger and some fries
If we go head to head then it’s not ending in a tie
Put your motherfucking hands up bro say aye
Do or die

Praise Us w/ MMC [Prod. katabeats]

- SG -
That’s too bad
Clear my throat
Now she tryna give me throat
Zaza rolling on your mami now she down to let me blow
If she like it I got more
That’s your wifey that’s my bro
And I’m boutta rub it in like she was running down the pole
I do not wanna try a motherfucker with a pole
But I always did my best cause we were riding on the low
(Karate Kid 2 I did my best fight at beginning) Feeling primal now she grinding up the bone
Outside of the station like she grind in front the po
Run so many miles bet it stretch out the soul
But I bet it feel good to to finally feel all your toes
Fuck her twice and now she tryna fuck my bro
Kinda feel a way but she ain’t mine bruh she yours
Bitch in my appearance
Give up my religion
Try me you get wetted
Try it you get witit
Lick him till he give in
Bet you see the vision
Round you she go hidden
Round me she go livid

Whip my crotch in position
Finna drop you in position
Finna shine on all you bitches
And you boutta be my witness
Put my crotch in position
Ima drop you in position
Put those diamonds on her skin and 
I want you to kissim
I want you to kissim
I want you to kissim
I want you to kissim
Ima drop you in position
Boutta be my witness

Kissim [Prod. ptrckparker]

- SG -

Where it’s at
Ima pull up hit the stack Paint it black, with the tat
I’m just tryna get the pack
Seen a track, finna run him up Moving sus as fuck
Where the fuck I’m from
Where the fuck I been
Where I am and who the fuck I want, what the fuck
What the fuck is wrong with me, I can’t even tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, who I’m gonna tell 
What the fuck is wrong with me, why it’s in my head?
What the fuck is wrong with me, find me in ya bed

Why I’m itching for a snack
I can’t even take a nap
Homies blasted in the back
Seen a couple I’ma smack
Damn I wish I had a strap
Keep it tucked under my ass
Cause you think I’m going back
Brodie looking like
Finna get another mattress for my honey buns
Going platinum off a cell with two numbers on it
And I’m still get the bitches And if he don’t believe me we gon send ya boy the pictures
We not working we just twerking
We choose SM over murder
Till we Hurd ya, coming over
Put my baby, in the corner
I just copped another short and
Then I bought another shotty
Couple bodies, hundred miles
Run it up till we inside it
No one worries after hours
Use your tears to rinse my flowers
Someone turned off all the power
But there’s one light in you shining
Don’t you even try to hide it
One more step and I’ll be blinded
But I’d do anything to bind it
I’ll take everything you buying
These alarms are not for you, trust me I know what I’m doing
When I see the light I run back to the dark cause I’m not losing
Then just spark up a wick in the midst of the confusion
And be grateful for this state cause when it’s over Ima lose it

What the fuck is wrong with me, I can’t even tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, I’m going to hell
What the fuck is wrong with me, get it in your head
What the fuck is wrong with me, fucking mine to death
What the fuck is wrong with me, I can’t even tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, who I’m gonna tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, get it out my head
What the fuck is wrong with me, lying in ya bed

Ima real boy bitch, ain’t nobody puppet bitch
Ima real boy bitch, ain’t move for nobody fist
Ima real boy bitch you know I ain’t honest bitch
Ima real boy bitch nose just bout long as my dick
Ima real boy bitch, ain’t nobody puppet bitch
Ima real boy bitch, ain’t move for nobody fist
Ima real boy bitch you know I ain’t honest bitch
Ima real boy bitch nose just bout long as my dick

Rumble like the fifties with a switch and a chain out
Know that boul a bitch so we gon throw him in the cage now
Shawty bet not pop the trunk when moving out of state bound
Said she wanna hit the MAC shit I gotta bus the train out
What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t even tell no more
What the fuck is wrong with me? No one hang around no more
What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t go outside no more
What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t even lie no more

What the fuck is wrong with me, I can’t even tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, I’m going to hell
What the fuck is wrong with me, get it in your head
What the fuck is wrong with me, fucking me to death
What the fuck is wrong with me, I can’t even tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, who I’m gonna tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, get it out my head
What the fuck is wrong with me, lying in ya bed

Ima real boy bitch, ain’t nobody puppet bitch
I’m a real boy bitch, ain’t moving for nobody fist
Ima real boy bitch nose grow longer than my dick
Said ima real boy, aye, ima real boy

Pinocchio [Prod. Fein Guwop]

- SG -
Big dick, coming on your block
You never seen him before you better run for your life
It don’t matter if he got his bare fist or his pipe out 
Boy you better hide your bitch, and your daughter, and your wife now
When you outside better not sniff it or we riding
Whole lotta white on us, bro bought it without buying
Those suppliers, in the dirt, ask him where, he say behind you
Laugh it off then turn around and bend ya over, hit ya vial
And you wanna reach for something but you’re better off not moving 
Got a pistol and a hammer or at least you are assuming
And as fucked up as we was I couldn’t help but to respect it
Even if we were connected never knew if we were next
Didn’t ever need a check, disrespected and protected
We were fighting for the sex still never made it on the net
Flex on em with the vain popping next to my bicep
Secondary to the crime that’s why I’m crying on the set
Every time I think about it don’t know why I’m so upset
Cause while I’m outside drinking forties all his shorties by a pen
In the years left in my life I don’t know if I’ll ever get
The kinda he power in his head to think that I could flee the feds
And I know I’m past the time when that’s a charge that I could get
And the girls he got in line are more undying than my bitch
And I’m trying not to mind but maybe I just wanna switch
And I’m trying not to mind but sometimes I feel like a bitch
And I’m trying not to mind but sometimes I just wanna switch
And I’m trying not to mind but maybe I just wanna bitch
And I’m trying not to mind but baby I don’t wanna switch
And I’m trying not to mind l baby I want a big dick

Big Dick [Prod. MX3KHVLIF]

- SG - 
Running round, running round, running round, turn him
Hunt him down, hunt him down, then we gonna hurt him
Crying out, crying loud, some might find disturbing
When we find him we gon make him wish we would’ve merc’d him

You look out your window and start wondering what’s lurking
I be outside wandering to find these things in person
Rabid dogs roaming out the country you not heard it
Feral shawty ask me for a lighter I don’t got one
Your girl text me from a different number every day
Working out the cut I’m parking out four blocks away
It’s her first day out you know we gotta celebrate
Make sure she escape but she’ll never get away
Marriott Hotel with all my dawgs it’s getting boring
All my partners passing out and now I’m feeling stupid horny
Sending texts like I’m a whore cause only two girl liked my story
Fuck that bitch raw fore she get thrown round by my homies
We gon always fuck with any man who in submission
We gon always fuck with any man who like the bitches
We not gonna fuck your girl been grinding why you bitter
I don’t got no mind or time of day to tell y’all how I’m winning

Running round, running round, running round, turn him
Hunt him down, hunt him down, then we gonna hurt him
Hundred thou, hundred thou, like my name was Kirby
Going out, going loud, might not be returning
Coming down, coming down, coming down, turning
One more round, one more round, I still feel it burning
Fuck around, fuck around, find out when it’s hurting
Up it, now, I’m still down but I ain’t gonna hurt him much

- Jenks -

Huntin ft Jenks [Prod. Mike Hertz]

- SG - 
I see the light
I see the champagne
I need the white
I need a campaign
I see the shine
I need em hand made
I see the bright man
What a damn shame
If you believe
Then I believe
If I believe 
Then you believe
If you believe
Then I believe
If I believe 
Then you believe

I’m speeding light
Don’t get stuck in my ways
I’m with e-l1ght
And we off the man made
I’m with my guys
We dropped a band today
Said I’m with my guys
And we got them bands today
I got the flicks, you got the licks
I got the fish, you got the sticks
I got the dicks, you got the tits
I got the chips, you got the chicks
I got the money, you got the clothes though
I got the honeys, you got the hoes though
You want the rubbers, I eat it raw though
We found the answers, bet you don’t got those

I see the white
I see the champagne
I see the light
We beat the campaign
I see the shine
I need em hand made
I need a hype man
I see the man made
If you believe
Then I believe
If I believe 
Then you believe
If you believe
Then I believe
If I believe 
Then you believe

Hype Man [Prod. mishicrow]

God-like w/ Daky [Prod. yung dazel]

- SG -

Bring her in the public bathroom cause it’s dirty
Got your girl spitting down the drain like she regurging
Hold her hair back so she can see herself hurting
Wipe it on your shirt she let me wear it while you working
Wear it while I’m working, but I’m bigger than all of you
I did more than all of you, still get less than all of you
Say ya numbers real but we both know that you got sum to prove
I take down the hunnid proof, took her to another room

When she started grinding on me said it wasn’t cheating
When she started sliding on me said it be our secret
Hold that shawty down till she start crying and I’m squealing
Said she fiending when my name get off her mentions I believe it
They said I was sick, honestly I like that
Pretty like a bitch but I still think that you are lying
Pretty like a bitch but I’m still pretty when I’m fighting
Pretty like a bitch and I’m still pretty that’s for life bitch
Pretty like a bitch, but pipe dreaming like a man
Pretty like a bitch that’s why I’m sleeping on these bands
Pretty like a bitch am I a groupie or a fan?
Said I’m pretty like ya bitch don’t tell no one who I am
Pretty like ya bitch when she about to get it in
Pretty like ya bitch, a lot of friends they all pretend
Pretty like ya bitch and you a pretty bitch too
When I’m fucking on your bitch I know she thinking bout you

Drinking in the public bathroom cause it’s dirty
Got your girl face in sink she regurging
Hold her back so she can see herself working
Hold her hair back so she can see herself hurting

Stumble God 🐬🐬

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