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scarred lungs vol.1 & 2 - MIKE
The feeling when you got robbed
Somebody playing with my mom 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 count
For a large buck wasn't chasing stardom
Starstruck I disregard love
That's why my guard sucked
Dark year followed by a hard month
What a far lunge scarred lungs
Sitting with my head in my hands hold it in
Missing I can spread it to gang ghost as s**t
Tripping why my eyes always damp roll a spliff
You s**tting me we right to bank
In the kitchen I be writing my thanks
Then to abyss tell me that this life isn't d**ned
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
The rest of the world
Break apart in slow motion
