Rocky LeDale - Glass House, Trap House Lyrics

The glass house a trap house
Bring a pack out
Its war, bring them straps out
Don't hustle for awards, what that cash 'bout
Baby suck me 'til I snore, 'til I pass out

We ain't even keeping score, fuck the tab now
Niggas wanna show they ass, now they assed out
200 on the dash 'til I crash out
I figure niggas mad but what they mad 'bout

I had the prettiest women before I had clout
Got ten in my britches, imma cash out
Book a flight, fuck the ticket and lets head out
LAX with stress, them the times I prayed 'bout

I'm going where they can't go
On they top like a kangol
Dodge from the Durango
Shoot a shot any angle

Treat the mattress like an ATM fuck if the bank closed
I'm too high for them to see him, I guess they aim low

When you make mo' I notice they gon' hate mo
Looking for a scapegoat
Niggas helluva lame bro

Rocky rap that sad shit, you don't feel my pain no
They wonder why I'm absent, they don't feel my pain no

Going crazy like the eighth flo
Depressed on my eighth dose
A mess and they ain't know
Wish death but the gate closed

We send cheers to the bread and we make toast
Dodge the feds cause we know we gotta lay low

I just set the standard
Loyalty demanded
They just up and vanished
Thats why I feel abandoned

The take off was rapid and I ain't it
I don't take for granted for not even a second

Just trying to take advantage of the talents I was handed
Put my vision in motion and see where it land me
Just trying to take advantage of the talents I was handed
Put my vision in motion and see where it land me