War Scars by Roc Marciano Lyrics
[Verse 1: Cormega]
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
Fly on the regular, not just when I take flight
High off life, you get high to escape life
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
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Yo
Steel and stone, blood and bone, shalom
Preferred to sleep alone, my secrets are my own
The streets are cold, sneakers is old, sleeperhold
The reefers rolled, pigs street patrol
Speeding calls around the ladies
My dresscode is expired by the 80's
My fleshtone 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
Sinners 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 A.C. Green
Looked at me for like eighteen keys
Before the jigs put out the APB
I was laid up in the suite
Shit is sweet
[Verse 3: AG Da Coroner]
Crack the Henny bottle, full throttle (full speed)
Oldsmobile the color of avacado
Hit Chicago wit 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 tho
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 have the porkchops call for backup
Riot in order, hear trigger, my niggas act up
Roll the dice with my life, hit the Cee-Lo everytime
Sip the nectar, the juice is very fine
Some of these niggas are on the decline
Trying to move with times, keep hittin rewind
These the glory days for me and mine
Chinese spare ribs, a shot of that Korean wine
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
Fly on the regular, not just when I take flight
High off life, you get high to escape life
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
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Yo
Steel and stone, blood and bone, shalom
Preferred to sleep alone, my secrets are my own
The streets are cold, sneakers is old, sleeperhold
The reefers rolled, pigs street patrol
Speeding calls around the ladies
My dresscode is expired by the 80's
My fleshtone 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
Sinners 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 A.C. Green
Looked at me for like eighteen keys
Before the jigs put out the APB
I was laid up in the suite
Shit is sweet
[Verse 3: AG Da Coroner]
Crack the Henny bottle, full throttle (full speed)
Oldsmobile the color of avacado
Hit Chicago wit 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 tho
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 have the porkchops call for backup
Riot in order, hear trigger, my niggas act up
Roll the dice with my life, hit the Cee-Lo everytime
Sip the nectar, the juice is very fine
Some of these niggas are on the decline
Trying to move with times, keep hittin rewind
These the glory days for me and mine
Chinese spare ribs, a shot of that Korean wine