Lonely Playboy - Type Shit Lyrics

I've been throwing stones in a glass house
Got a curse that I know wasn't passed down
Hit chrome then cash out
Had someone to call my own, but I lashed out
Now I'm at the strip club strapped and throwing bands out
Tryna find an ATM, that's how they know Imma' cash out
Head back home then pass out
And awake, with the feeling that I'm bout to go to slaughter at the lambs house
Put the bible back down
I'm always smoking type shit
Always coughing, always choking type shit
Always looking for a move, for a motion type shit
Meditation got me floating type shit
Confident but I ain't never gon be gloating type shit
This is nothing, just is something that I wrote that type shit
Flow might, live below hype
But I go live, type shit
Moving on my own type shit (type shit)
I needa go home type shit (type shit)