Taylor Hill - 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