Chords for Roc Marciano - Ruff Town feat. Cormega (Official Video)
Tempo:
86.3 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Gm
Cm
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
Sometimes [Gm] you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down I'm not the one to fuck around
I'm focused, marvel at the opus Dangerous when I'm at my brocus
Solar smokers, deal with brokers in the alley Tender some drugs, it might vary
Heat to carry, and dally through the deepest valley No battery, and my back is needed to bring agony
Niggas on my dick, shit's flattering [Bb] The word I hate to sound arrogant
[Gm] But my D squared T's is 200 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
And while the naive kiki with the thieves I lay back in the teeps with the calfskin sleeves
Moral of the story is, I'm falling in the [Bb] DeLorean The stormy and wetter 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, Chris style by the cases
Sniff the vapors out of split papers It's the evasive, Moss baby, accept no imitation
To make a long story short, [Bb] fuck the tough talk You get brushed off
[Gm]
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down I'm not the one to fuck around
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down [Cm] I'm not the one to fuck around
[Dm]
[Cm] [Dm]
[Cm] [Gm]
All is fair in love and war I'm in your crib like bro man from the fifth floor showing the four
Just chilling, respect giving Those dealing more weight, less feeling
Speech isn't my preference I want green and fresh fish on blessed dishes
God willing I reflect wisdom Embodies me, I represent realness
It's what separates us They never came up in the game
They imitators, cowards Died a thousand times, live [Bb] in crater
Won't compare to despair, eventually [Dm] face it Those who fit description, spitting [Cm] fiction
All to reflect, they [Dm] inconsistent They never seen the belly of the beast within [Cm] the system
They just talk, no street [Gm] credentials
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down [Bb] I'm not the one to fuck around
[Gm]
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down
Sometimes [Gm] you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down I'm not the one to fuck around
I'm focused, marvel at the opus Dangerous when I'm at my brocus
Solar smokers, deal with brokers in the alley Tender some drugs, it might vary
Heat to carry, and dally through the deepest valley No battery, and my back is needed to bring agony
Niggas on my dick, shit's flattering [Bb] The word I hate to sound arrogant
[Gm] But my D squared T's is 200 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
And while the naive kiki with the thieves I lay back in the teeps with the calfskin sleeves
Moral of the story is, I'm falling in the [Bb] DeLorean The stormy and wetter 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, Chris style by the cases
Sniff the vapors out of split papers It's the evasive, Moss baby, accept no imitation
To make a long story short, [Bb] fuck the tough talk You get brushed off
[Gm]
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down I'm not the one to fuck around
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down [Cm] I'm not the one to fuck around
[Dm]
[Cm] [Dm]
[Cm] [Gm]
All is fair in love and war I'm in your crib like bro man from the fifth floor showing the four
Just chilling, respect giving Those dealing more weight, less feeling
Speech isn't my preference I want green and fresh fish on blessed dishes
God willing I reflect wisdom Embodies me, I represent realness
It's what separates us They never came up in the game
They imitators, cowards Died a thousand times, live [Bb] in crater
Won't compare to despair, eventually [Dm] face it Those who fit description, spitting [Cm] fiction
All to reflect, they [Dm] inconsistent They never seen the belly of the beast within [Cm] the system
They just talk, no street [Gm] credentials
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down [Bb] I'm not the one to fuck around
[Gm]
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down
Key:
Bb
Gm
Cm
Dm
Bb
Gm
Cm
Dm
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
Sometimes [Gm] you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down I'm not the one to fuck around
I'm focused, marvel at the opus Dangerous when I'm at my brocus _
Solar smokers, deal with brokers in the alley Tender some drugs, it might vary
Heat to carry, and dally through the deepest valley No battery, and my back is needed to bring agony
Niggas on my dick, shit's flattering [Bb] The word I hate to sound arrogant
[Gm] But my D squared T's is 200 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
And while the naive kiki with the thieves I lay back in the teeps with the calfskin sleeves
Moral of the story is, I'm falling in the [Bb] DeLorean The stormy and wetter 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, Chris style by the cases
Sniff the vapors out of split papers It's the evasive, Moss baby, accept no imitation
To make a long story short, [Bb] fuck the tough talk You get brushed off
[Gm]
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down I'm not the one to fuck around _ _
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down [Cm] I'm not the one to fuck around
_ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Gm]
All is fair in love and war I'm in your crib like bro man from the fifth floor showing the four
Just chilling, respect giving Those dealing more weight, less feeling
Speech isn't my preference I want green and fresh fish on blessed dishes
God willing I reflect wisdom Embodies me, I represent realness
It's what separates us They never came up in the game
They imitators, cowards Died a thousand times, live [Bb] in crater
Won't compare to despair, eventually [Dm] face it Those who fit description, spitting [Cm] fiction
All to reflect, they [Dm] inconsistent They never seen the belly of the beast within [Cm] the system
They just talk, no street [Gm] credentials
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down [Bb] I'm not the one to fuck around
_ [Gm] _
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sometimes [Gm] you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down I'm not the one to fuck around
I'm focused, marvel at the opus Dangerous when I'm at my brocus _
Solar smokers, deal with brokers in the alley Tender some drugs, it might vary
Heat to carry, and dally through the deepest valley No battery, and my back is needed to bring agony
Niggas on my dick, shit's flattering [Bb] The word I hate to sound arrogant
[Gm] But my D squared T's is 200 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
And while the naive kiki with the thieves I lay back in the teeps with the calfskin sleeves
Moral of the story is, I'm falling in the [Bb] DeLorean The stormy and wetter 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, Chris style by the cases
Sniff the vapors out of split papers It's the evasive, Moss baby, accept no imitation
To make a long story short, [Bb] fuck the tough talk You get brushed off
[Gm]
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down I'm not the one to fuck around _ _
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down [Cm] I'm not the one to fuck around
_ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Gm]
All is fair in love and war I'm in your crib like bro man from the fifth floor showing the four
Just chilling, respect giving Those dealing more weight, less feeling
Speech isn't my preference I want green and fresh fish on blessed dishes
God willing I reflect wisdom Embodies me, I represent realness
It's what separates us They never came up in the game
They imitators, cowards Died a thousand times, live [Bb] in crater
Won't compare to despair, eventually [Dm] face it Those who fit description, spitting [Cm] fiction
All to reflect, they [Dm] inconsistent They never seen the belly of the beast within [Cm] the system
They just talk, no street [Gm] credentials
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down [Bb] I'm not the one to fuck around
_ [Gm] _
Sometimes you're up, sometimes down I grew up in a rough town
Bust around, smoke a bust down _ _ _ _ _
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