Roc Marciano, Cormega - Ruff Town lyrics
[Roc Marciano, Cormega - Ruff Town lyrics]
Sometimes you're up, some down
I grew up in a rough town
Bust around smoke a bus down
I'm not the one to fuck around (fuck around)
I'm focused marvel at the opus
Dangerous when at my brokest (uh)
Sold to smokers
Deal with brokers in the alley
Ten different drugs it might vary
Eat to carry and dally through
The deepest valley no battery
And my back is eager to bring agony
Niggas on my dick shit's flattering
And word, I hate to sound arrogant
But my Dsquared tees is two hundred a pop
My shoe ain't got a spot on
The bottom or the top
Fresh out the box you ain't never seen these
Vietnamese appeased by the deities
While the naive? with the thieves
I lay back in fatigues
With the calfskin sleeves
Moral of the story is I'm
Fallin in the DeLorean
Disorient where the weather's the stormiest
Y'all niggas is the corniest
My coordinates forever close to
Where the water is
Relaxation, black bitches naked
The rituals are sacred, Cristal by the cases
Sniff the vapors out of spliff papers
It's the evasive, Marc baby
Accept no imitations (uh)
To make a long story short
Fuck the tough talk, you'll get brushed off
(uh)
Sometimes you're up, some down
I grew up in a rough town
Bust around smoke a bus down
I'm not the one to fuck around (fuck around)
All is fair in love and war
I'm in yo crib like bro man from
The 5th floor showin the four just chillin'
(uh) respect given (uh)
Those dealin' more weight less feelings
Beef isn't my preference
I want green and fresh fish on blessed dishes
God willin' I reflect wisdom, embodies
Me I represent realness, it's
What separates us they never came
Up in the game, they imitators
Cowards die a thousand times living greater
Won't compare to the spear eventually facing
Those who fit description
Spittin' fiction altering fact
They're inconsistent
They've never seen the belly of the beast
Within the system, they're just talk
No street credentials
I grew up in a rough town
Bust around smoke a bus down
I'm not the one to fuck around (fuck around)
I'm focused marvel at the opus
Dangerous when at my brokest (uh)
Sold to smokers
Deal with brokers in the alley
Ten different drugs it might vary
Eat to carry and dally through
The deepest valley no battery
And my back is eager to bring agony
Niggas on my dick shit's flattering
And word, I hate to sound arrogant
But my Dsquared tees is two hundred a pop
My shoe ain't got a spot on
The bottom or the top
Fresh out the box you ain't never seen these
Vietnamese appeased by the deities
While the naive? with the thieves
I lay back in fatigues
With the calfskin sleeves
Moral of the story is I'm
Fallin in the DeLorean
Disorient where the weather's the stormiest
Y'all niggas is the corniest
My coordinates forever close to
Where the water is
Relaxation, black bitches naked
The rituals are sacred, Cristal by the cases
Sniff the vapors out of spliff papers
It's the evasive, Marc baby
Accept no imitations (uh)
To make a long story short
Fuck the tough talk, you'll get brushed off
(uh)
Sometimes you're up, some down
I grew up in a rough town
Bust around smoke a bus down
I'm not the one to fuck around (fuck around)
All is fair in love and war
I'm in yo crib like bro man from
The 5th floor showin the four just chillin'
(uh) respect given (uh)
Those dealin' more weight less feelings
Beef isn't my preference
I want green and fresh fish on blessed dishes
God willin' I reflect wisdom, embodies
Me I represent realness, it's
What separates us they never came
Up in the game, they imitators
Cowards die a thousand times living greater
Won't compare to the spear eventually facing
Those who fit description
Spittin' fiction altering fact
They're inconsistent
They've never seen the belly of the beast
Within the system, they're just talk
No street credentials