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, 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 [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] 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 A.C. 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 [Verse 3: AG Da Coroner] 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