
Bruh Man Roc Marciano
"Bruh Man" by Roc Marciano, released in 2021, is a hip-hop track (#HipHop) that explores themes of resilience, street life, and authenticity. The lyrics reflect personal struggles and triumphs, showcasing Marciano's unique storytelling. Musically, it features a laid-back, jazzy production, contributing to its introspective vibe. The song highlights the importance of staying true to oneself in a challenging environment.

[Verse 1]
Crash Beamers, get my slacks out the cleaners
My queen don’t even speak English
Watches on arms, rings on fingers
Notes played like Coltrane and Mingus
If you can’t play the game, wing it
Remember lead singers need, wing men, smooth as Luther Ingram
Ordained, shoe game strained, Eddie Kane’s pain
Heavy chain, sex, cocaine, a fresh chest pain
Dress plain, clever, White Plains, my life’s changed
Polite ways, nice waves, white slaves
My Nikes is like the ice age, Ice Capades
I rock the Issac Hayes shades, it was a phase
The legacy, the flesh of an emcee is a delicacy
I delicately squeeze shots from the celibacy
I’m like Denzel in Pelican Brief
The Porsche is yellow like American cheese (please)
My taste in women’s like Sade, we left the soiree
The Jaguar’s gray, the caviar’s great
Swipe the black card, 4.6 come with the crash bar
The seats is white like Terry Bradshaw
[Hook]
It’s a tough business, I'm duckin’ the sentence
Hustlers, sinners, crushin’ the fiddish
A touch of spinach, bruh man, nigga chillin, nigga chillin’
Bruh man, nigga chillin’
It’s a tough business, I'm duckin’ the sentence
Hustlers, sinners, crushin’ the fiddish
A touch of spinach, bruh man, nigga chillin, nigga chillin’
Bruh man, nigga chillin’
Crash Beamers, get my slacks out the cleaners
My queen don’t even speak English
Watches on arms, rings on fingers
Notes played like Coltrane and Mingus
If you can’t play the game, wing it
Remember lead singers need, wing men, smooth as Luther Ingram
Ordained, shoe game strained, Eddie Kane’s pain
Heavy chain, sex, cocaine, a fresh chest pain
Dress plain, clever, White Plains, my life’s changed
Polite ways, nice waves, white slaves
My Nikes is like the ice age, Ice Capades
I rock the Issac Hayes shades, it was a phase
The legacy, the flesh of an emcee is a delicacy
I delicately squeeze shots from the celibacy
I’m like Denzel in Pelican Brief
The Porsche is yellow like American cheese (please)
My taste in women’s like Sade, we left the soiree
The Jaguar’s gray, the caviar’s great
Swipe the black card, 4.6 come with the crash bar
The seats is white like Terry Bradshaw
[Hook]
It’s a tough business, I'm duckin’ the sentence
Hustlers, sinners, crushin’ the fiddish
A touch of spinach, bruh man, nigga chillin, nigga chillin’
Bruh man, nigga chillin’
It’s a tough business, I'm duckin’ the sentence
Hustlers, sinners, crushin’ the fiddish
A touch of spinach, bruh man, nigga chillin, nigga chillin’
Bruh man, nigga chillin’
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