From frequencies to blood = ink
It was all trash and the past won’t repeat
Coming for your #ss with a God damn 16
Word of mouth ain’t what I’m worried about
Stacks on stacks
Make a new amount
She’d love to mount, but not right now
‘Cause I’m killing everybody with the lyrical countdown
3
Albums back-to-back
Never made cash, but I couldn’t leave the game like that
2
Times I almost died at my own hand with my knife
1
Love and this is it
0
f#cks left to give
I’m so day one Queen Liz was in my first grade
Wanna say sum’ we get busy
See the worst case
Since I made one
I’ve been writing like a hurricane
Bust my #ss for no payment
Can’t trust anybody
So I keep my cash in suitcases
Better get to running
Kick your #ss to the hard pavement
I ain’t bluffing
Never cared about what they’re saying
Get to gunning
I’m like Leonidas
I’m dying but killing everybody defiant
To find it
What you call a real lyricist?
Define it
I’m shining and blinding
Rewrite it
The narrative
My marriage is a bond to the words
‘Till death do us part
I speak from the soul and I write from the heart
I’ve been this way right from the start
Who needs lungs?
I fire off like machine guns
Blasting
Reacting
I’m smashing your girl
And my back she is scratching
Rocking her world
Come close like a magnet
In this rap game, I stack chips
Casino
I smack sh#t
Bambino
AH!
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Miles Houston Lyrics – Who needs lungs?