MAD HOUSE

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