How you gon', come talk about Pointin' at me wit' ya number one out Tellin' me I'm the worst like I'm some kind of a curse But really not knowing me, you're taking the dumb route It's always the people with skeletons Who be hella shaky like gelatin Doin' a lot of embellishin', wishin' I fell and then Damned me to Hell again If you're in a glass house Might not wanna lash out End up with a smashed couch All because of your bad mouth Judgin' me, you don't need to, that's the job that G-O-D do Everybody is steady pickin' that reads you cause you see-through