Roc Marciano, Cormega, AG Da Coroner - War Scars lyrics
[Roc Marciano, Cormega, AG Da Coroner - War Scars lyrics]
I'm driven by
Will to succeed and ill Vs I sit inside
MC's are terrified
Lyrically I'm mesmerized
However I still grieve
Friends who die yearly
Tears flowin' like the waters in the Nile
The bars are hard like Charles
Oakley with a foul
Which means come in my lane
I'ma send you out
Keepin' it real is rare but
I can show you how
It comes naturally as venom in a cobra mouth
Never the snake type
I'm hear to embrace life
And grace mics like six rings
For playing the game right
I fly on the regular
Not just when I take flight
High off life, you get high to escape life
We shank death but ain't livin'
Pay attention it don't cost you nothing
Wisdom gains interest
So stack it in abundance when you
Have if you can touch it
Can be salvation to the savages among you
Yo, steel and stone, blood and bone, shalom
Prefer to sleep alone, my secrets are my own
The streets are cold, sneakers is old
Sleeper hold
The reefer's rolled, pigs street patrol
Speak in codes around the ladies
My dress code inspired by the 80s
My flesh tone is flyer than a baby's
Swiss accounts, switch routes, sniff an ounce
Niggas vouch, still my gun was out
Dream in color, a Swedish lover
My penis is covered in rubber
Your whole demeanor's out the cookie cutter
The memoirs, these are pimp laws
A sinner's interest soar
I rock the same Valor that Prince wore
A mentor convinced a French whore
A pinch more i'm piss poor
Still you get washed and rinsed off
Basically, I'm like Gracie in the ACG
I waited patiently as AC green
A lift of me was like eighteen keys
Before the dicks put out the APB
I was laid up in the suite shit is sweet
Crack the Henny bottle full throttle
(Full speed) oldsmobile the color of avocado
Hit Chicago with a Bajan model
Designer jeans, Kurt Randis goggles
A hard left in the Murciélago
Pimp hand strong, straight flush on the table
Abel killed Cain cause Cain wasn't able
We live facts, not fables
Pump some life into your wife
With the jumper cables
All my life, I've been a misunderstood soul
Quiet as kept
The kid lived pretty good though
Welcome to the hood show, this is good blow
Best drug you ever did, nigga I would know
Lift ya glass up, the street pastor
Toasts after
Machete have ya throat leaking ketchup
Caught up in the rapture
Anita blastin through the
Speakers, serious shit, hold the laughter
I'll have the porkchops call for backup
Riot in order, hair trigger, my niggas act up
Roll the dice with my life
Hit the Cee-Lo every time
Sip the nectar, the juice is very fine
Some of these niggas on the decline
Trying to move with the times
Keep hittin rewind
These the glory days for me and mine
Chinese spareribs, a shot of that Korean wine
Will to succeed and ill Vs I sit inside
MC's are terrified
Lyrically I'm mesmerized
However I still grieve
Friends who die yearly
Tears flowin' like the waters in the Nile
The bars are hard like Charles
Oakley with a foul
Which means come in my lane
I'ma send you out
Keepin' it real is rare but
I can show you how
It comes naturally as venom in a cobra mouth
Never the snake type
I'm hear to embrace life
And grace mics like six rings
For playing the game right
I fly on the regular
Not just when I take flight
High off life, you get high to escape life
We shank death but ain't livin'
Pay attention it don't cost you nothing
Wisdom gains interest
So stack it in abundance when you
Have if you can touch it
Can be salvation to the savages among you
Yo, steel and stone, blood and bone, shalom
Prefer to sleep alone, my secrets are my own
The streets are cold, sneakers is old
Sleeper hold
The reefer's rolled, pigs street patrol
Speak in codes around the ladies
My dress code inspired by the 80s
My flesh tone is flyer than a baby's
Swiss accounts, switch routes, sniff an ounce
Niggas vouch, still my gun was out
Dream in color, a Swedish lover
My penis is covered in rubber
Your whole demeanor's out the cookie cutter
The memoirs, these are pimp laws
A sinner's interest soar
I rock the same Valor that Prince wore
A mentor convinced a French whore
A pinch more i'm piss poor
Still you get washed and rinsed off
Basically, I'm like Gracie in the ACG
I waited patiently as AC green
A lift of me was like eighteen keys
Before the dicks put out the APB
I was laid up in the suite shit is sweet
Crack the Henny bottle full throttle
(Full speed) oldsmobile the color of avocado
Hit Chicago with a Bajan model
Designer jeans, Kurt Randis goggles
A hard left in the Murciélago
Pimp hand strong, straight flush on the table
Abel killed Cain cause Cain wasn't able
We live facts, not fables
Pump some life into your wife
With the jumper cables
All my life, I've been a misunderstood soul
Quiet as kept
The kid lived pretty good though
Welcome to the hood show, this is good blow
Best drug you ever did, nigga I would know
Lift ya glass up, the street pastor
Toasts after
Machete have ya throat leaking ketchup
Caught up in the rapture
Anita blastin through the
Speakers, serious shit, hold the laughter
I'll have the porkchops call for backup
Riot in order, hair trigger, my niggas act up
Roll the dice with my life
Hit the Cee-Lo every time
Sip the nectar, the juice is very fine
Some of these niggas on the decline
Trying to move with the times
Keep hittin rewind
These the glory days for me and mine
Chinese spareribs, a shot of that Korean wine