Roc Marciano Lyrics

Ruff Town (Ft. Cormega) Lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano]
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)

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
I'm focused – marvel at the opus
Dangerous when at my brokest
So the 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 shits flattering
And word, I hate to sound arrogant
But my D square tees is two hundred a pop
My shoe ain't got a spot at 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 Im fallin in the DeLorean
...where the weathers 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
Its the evasive moss baby except no imitations
To make a long story short, fuck the tough talk
You'll get brushed off...

[Hook]
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)
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)

[Verse 2: Cormega]
All is fair in love and war
I'm in yo crib like bro-man from the 5th floor showin' the four
Just chillin' – respect given – 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

[Hook]