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dech and musi - margarine lyrics

[verse 1, judd cuh]
here’s one for the mind, this is for the mental
this is for the card decline, this is for the rental
this is for my mama whip and all the fits she into
this is shawty sh+t and everything we been through
this is for my lil sis
like muhf+ck a scholarship
look the teacher in his eye
like muhf+cka swallow this
here’s another 40 grand
now you can go and ponder this
always walking out the room
my brother talking politics
always walking out the room
this n+gga talking politics
roll another fatty up
i’m on a hydroponic kick
my mother gonna shake her head
’cause she don’t really f+ck with it
my shawty gonna shake her head
’cause she just want another hit
my mans gon’ shake his head like
ayo this brother lit
yes indeed
skip this generation
give the flow to my seed
and skip the celebration
give to those that in need
and f+ck the relegation
got no right to impede
strife for the greed
yes the white must succeed
we gotta’ lift each other up
fight just to feed
i said fight just to feed
i mean fight just to eat
[verse 2, dech]
schleppin’ down ditmas while i’m lightin’ one up
worst thing a jake can do is go an write me up
never spit my truth to stay relevant
preach for the h+ll of it
give no f+cks, call me mc celibate
glide on beats
smoove like margarine, i’m larger than
your sweet nothings mired in marzipan
no bread for b+tter, or b+ttoned cardigans
dealt a sullied hand boutta mulligan the cards again
white man never shuffles
pops got all his dough in the duffle
livin’ off sunkist and ruffles
government cheddar to buy processed cheese
thumbprints on my nuts, n+gga process these
f+ckin’ ebt, i need a ubi
feds leakin’ funds to defense like a uti
feds leakin’ funds to the fence, homeland security
grown man impurity in relative obscurity

[chorus]
dech
[donald trump]: he’s a showboat, he’s a grandstander
judd
[donald trump]: will be met with fire and fury, like the world has never seen
[verse 2]
grown man impurity in relative obscurity
immaturity imminent, trump’s gratuity
clown in chief, step on my ground, it’s beef
cold cuts to the cranium, hope he drowns in meat
eatin’ mickey d’s with his cabinet of chickadees
rickety rackets, f+ck tennis, so sick of these privities
the malarkey of this olive branch oligarchy
the only peace i want is my cut of the pie
lotta’ bros in my set just wanna nut and get high
biopic on topics poverty renders myopic
no hoteppin’ but cop this knowledge, it’s coptic
american social welfare is just optics
straight outta brooklyn, a pair of poor prophets

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