Lungs

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 **** 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 **** 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