Marg - Inuits lyrics

(Intro) Real recognize real And the fakes play with snakes They all bite each others flows Or they s**ing up to foes Damn I miss my bros x2 When I'm gone I always drift away Not a thought in his brain its all a daze f** 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**h, It's pitch Black as my lunges Ashing a blunt on your back where I cum A nerd but I'm dumb Ay Ay Ay I'm not a b**h 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 cla**ics Flows dope your stagnant Nobody's getting casted in films so f** the acting Mashed in the back with a thirty rack pa**ing in some a** show some cla**, b**h! Damn 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 gla** f**ing Queen Elizabeth, you know I love that Old-E Haven't found it here in DC its not homely and fu*k 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 bu*thurt like gay s** 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 basement 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 Pa** it on, Pa** it on, Pa** it on X2