scarred lungs vol. 1 & 2

[vol. 1] [Verse] The feeling when you got robbed Somebody playing with my mind, I hope it's not God Somebody laying in demise, I hope it's not ours How I'm staying in the grind and got my pops sour Gotta state it every time you try to pop off It's not a hot hour, bruh, I got it locked off Staring at the clocktower, wonder what my moms on I got power, and I got a harsh tongue All of me is not coward if you tryna start some That's how my heart thump On stage, I'm praying that these bars come For a large buck, wasn't chasing stardom Starstruck, I disregard love That's why my guard's up Dark year followed by a hard month What a far lunge, scarred lungs [vol. 2] [Verse] Sitting with my head in my hands, hold it in Missing, I can spread it to gang, ghost as shit Tripping, why my eyes always damp? Roll a spliff You shitting me, we right to the bank In the kitchen, I be writing my thanks Then, to abyss, tell me that this life isn't damned I resist Feeling like I died but the sand ain't hit the pit Probably you should ride with your mans I hit the crib, it's time you start revising your plan You like a jit, I know it that my mind in a web Do I exist, how I get behind every step? Then I slip, smother up my line with regrets 'Bout to quit, my mother tongue hide in the stress I couldn't spit, another lung fried in the sess Lost your kid [Outro] The rest of the world Break apart in slow motion