Roc Marciano - War Scars lyrics

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Roc Marciano - War Scars 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 Imma 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 the 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 d**h? worth 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 are 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 babys Swiss accounts Switch routes Sniff an ounce n***as vouch, still my gun was out ? color, a swedish lover My penis is covered in rubber Your whole demeanor Is out the cookie cutter The memoirs These are pimp laws Sin is interest saw? I rock the same Valore That Prince wore A mentor convinced a french who*e A pinch more Im pissed poor Steal you get washed and rinsed off Basically im 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 suit sh** is sweet Verse 3: AG Da Coroner Crack the Henny bottle Full throttle Oldsmobile the color of avacado Hit Chicago wit a Bayesian model Designer jeans Kurt Randis goggles A hard left in the Murciélago Pimp hand strong Straight flush on the table Abel k**ed 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 n***a i would know Lift ya gla** up The street pastor Toasts after The machete have ya throat leaking ketchup Caught up in the rapture A needle blastin through the speakers Serious sh** hold the laughter I have the porkchops call for backup Riot in order, hair trigger my n***as act up Roll the dice with my life Hit the cee-lo everytime Sip the nectar The juice is very fine Some of these n***as are on the decline Trying to move with times Keep hittin rewind These the glory days For me and mine Chinese spare ribs And a shot of that Korean wine

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