MAD HOUSE (Piano Version) Lyrics

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

Two 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

Tupac in the background

Til He on his way to come go see him now

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

Two 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

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 Oo

Live for a dream to get out the trap, I said

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

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

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

From my skin, I been tryna get all this black out

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

MAD HOUSE

MAD HOUSE