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