Ruff Town - Roc Marciano, Cormega

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 shits 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