(Intro – 0:00 to 0:14)

They smile so sweet when the room can see,

then whisper dirt when the door slides closed.

Glass houses all across the city,

everybody points, but nobody knows.

(Verse 1 – 0:14 to 0:52)

You carried names that weren’t yours to carry,

passed them around like gold on a tray.

Said you were saving someone from darkness,

but you just needed a role to play.

You wanted to shine like some kind of hero,

with my story held tight in your hand.

But your heart was never clean, no,

you were just good at acting grand.

You called around and started fires,

stood there watching while it burned.

Called yourself a friend, but played judge,

wrote me off before truth returned.

And the worst part is you knew it,

you were made from the same old blame.

Throwing stones from your own glass house,

now I hear it break in flames.

(Pre-Chorus – 0:52 to 1:08)

What did you win by talking?

What did you get from that?

A fake halo on your forehead,

but no peace where your soul sits at.

(Chorus – 1:08 to 1:34)

Snitch, snitch, running with my name,

think you get big when you tear somebody down.

Snitch, snitch, sold your mirror for shame,

karma walks quiet, but it always comes around.

Snitch, snitch, your glass is cracking now,

high on your judgment, but low inside yourself.

Snitch, snitch, when your mask falls down,

who will you tell on when everyone can tell?

(Verse 2 – 1:34 to 2:18)

You told my family, “She’s dirty,”

like you sat on a throne of white.

But everybody carrying shadows

should be careful when they fight.

You dressed your lies up as concern,

wrapped your hatred up as help.

Said you did it all for others,

but you did it for yourself.

You needed someone you could point at,

so they’d forget where you had stood.

Needed someone you could drag down,

so your own name still looked good.

But I saw you behind the curtain,

saw you smile when I fell flat.

You were never there for truth, no,

you were hungry after that.

(Bridge – 2:18 to 2:48)

Fake heroes, fake tears,

fake hands, fake morals.

The ones who scream “guilty” loudest

often hide the deepest quarrels.

I carry scars, but not the shame,

you carry names you never owned.

When night comes down, hear it clear:

no lie stays buried under stone.

(Chorus 2 – 2:48 to 3:14)

Snitch, snitch, running with my name,

think you get big when you tear somebody down.

Snitch, snitch, sold your mirror for shame,

karma walks quiet, but it always comes around.

Snitch, snitch, your glass is cracking now,

high on your judgment, but low inside yourself.

Snitch, snitch, when your mask falls down,

who will you tell on when everyone can tell?

(Verse 3 – 3:14 to 3:52)

I don’t hate the truth itself,

I hate a mouth that twists it wrong.

People acting like they save you,

while they push you where you don’t belong.

People collecting secrets

like currency in a war.

Smiling when you lose your footing,

so they can climb up more.

You got applause from blind eyes,

but applause don’t last too long.

When they see what you have done,

your own name turns black and gone.

So talk, talk, fill the room,

let those fake words fly high.

Anyone who builds on betrayal

falls hard from their own sky.

(Final Chorus – 3:52 to 4:22)

Snitch, snitch, running with my name,

think you get big when you tear somebody down.

Snitch, snitch, sold your mirror for shame,

karma walks quiet, but it always comes around.

Snitch, snitch, your glass is cracking now,

high on your judgment, but low inside yourself.

Snitch, snitch, when your mask falls down,

who will you tell on when everyone can tell?

(Outro – 4:22 to 4:36)

What did you win?

What did you get?

A name in your mouth,

but no peace in your chest.

Glass houses fall the loudest.

[Dark English rap diss track at around 92 BPM, built on heavy boom bap drums, deep 808 sub bass, minor piano stabs, tense string pads, gritty synth textures, and sharp snare hits. Mixed vocals with a cold female lead for the verses, deep male doubles on punchlines, and layered gang-style backing vocals in the hook. The mood is angry, betrayed, street-real, and cinematic, focused on fake heroes, gossip, betrayal, and karma without revealing the specific situation. Production uses plate reverb, slap delay, subtle tape saturation, distorted adlibs, whispered echoes, crowd murmurs, and dramatic silence before drops. Structure: intro 0:00-0:14, verse 1 0:14-0:52, pre-chorus 0:52-1:08, chorus 1:08-1:34, verse 2 1:34-2:18, bridge 2:18-2:48, chorus 2 2:48-3:14