MAD HOUSE Lyrics

2 shots in and I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE 2 door Benz, I'm tryna get all this glass out

From my skin, I'm tryna get all this black out Caving in, I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE

Calling her phone and he calling collect tryna get paid, tryna hustle for rent

He carried the blicky, with heat on his neck Diamonds on hold, less they came with a set Grandmama praying, she fasting for lent Under the window to cover her head

Bullets flying like an angel of sin

Fists flying when my grand daddy pissed

Concrete jungle, blood on my knuckles Fighting my way out

Had to sleep with a bat under my bed step daddy was spaced out

Prayed if he ever put hands on my mama again I would lay him down

2pac in the background

Til He on his way to come go see him now

2 shots in and I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE 2 door Benz, I'm tryna get all this glass out

From my skin, I'm tryna get all this black out Caving in, I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE

Ooh ahh

Friends around but still feel cold, I said

Ooh ahh

We tryna get rich 'fore we get old, I said

Ooh ahh

Just wanna be famous, wanna be known, I said

Ooh ahh

Its all a disguise when you're afraid to end up alone, I said Ooh ahh

He on the corner, and she on the pole, I said

Ooh ahh

Do whatever they can to take care of home, I said

Ooh ahh

They gon kill for the dream to get out the trap, I know

Ohh ahh

But now their son and daughter's running it back, oh

2 shots in and I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE

2 door Benz, I'm tryna get all the glass out

From my skin, I'm tryna get all this black out

Caving in, I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE

2 shots in and I'm tryna get out this MAD HOUSE

From my skin, I'm tryna get all this black out