Lungs Songtext
von Miller

This a lean song
But I′m not filling up this cup
This a weed song
But I'm not smoking any runts
Remember times I was broke
And she clowned me for my funds
I was hurt put in work
Now she want me in her lungs
Moving up tax bracket No
I can′t hang around with bums
Some my niggas toting poles
I don't need to carry guns
London's crazy
Born in the south
I weren′t made in Royal Navy
Kid with a dream
And a blueprint like Jay z
Product of the wire
Move your hands you never made me
Bad little Jawn but she facety


Got her on lock
She get she shy when she face me
Came a long way from the streets
What you reckon
Came a long way from them
Dark nights in streatham
Theres Anger in me
I′ll finish niggas like it's tekkan
Make music for the vibe
Fuck the clout It′s upsetting
Tryna lock me in a box got different flows
I won't let them
My bro got his hands on a Remington
Tryna touch man′s skeleton
This a lean song
But I'm not filling up my cup
This a weed song
But I′m not smoking any runts
Remember times I was broke
And she clowned me for my funds
I was hurt I put in work
Now she want me in her lungs