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marg - inuits lyrics

(intro)
real recognize real
and the fakes play with snakes
they all bite each others flows
or they sucking up to foes

d-mn i miss my bros x2

when i’m gone i always drift away
not a thought in his brain its all a daze
f-ck being a failure its overplayed
i got a’s on a blunt never phased cuz i take them to the face
he got a third eye like its lucifer
im used to her kiss in the night when i drift
theres no light in this b-tch, it’s pitch
black as my lunges
ashing a blunt on your back where i c-m
a nerd but i’m dumb
ay ay ay
i’m not a b-tch tho
cops talk to me but i ain’t ever snitch yo
not a thug you won’t catch me packing pistols
its the shed or the shack clique, tripping off acid
we whipping up cl-ssics
flows dope your stagnant
n-body’s getting casted in films so f-ck the acting
mashed in the back with a thirty rack p-ssing in some -ss show some cl-ss, b-tch!

d-mn i miss my bros x2

flowers blooming, mayweather how i’m beating this track
moving out not having a heart attack
twenty sacks and some jazz like sax
while your vaping a pax we got a bag of some backs
snake the wax, then we get to having a gl-ss
f-cking queen elizabeth, you know i love that old-e
haven’t found it here in dc its not homely and
f-ck america they scheme, blow me
blunts only if i had it my way
eating all this subway i stay fresh
reaching for my apex
they all seem b-tthurt like g-y s-x
it’s getting much worse, a month’s works
puts me at 80 songs, if i did it daylong i’d be making millions
but moneys not the motivation, skeletons all in my bas-m-nt
try to get a hold of me, but i don’t really like those faces
and i’m in need of an agent, before i break down and i’m needing some maintenance, uh

p-ss it on, p-ss it on, p-ss it on x2

- marg

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