Hide My Tears

[Intro: Roc Marciano] Uh, I hide my tears They think They think it’s all smooth [Chorus: Smoked Sugar’s “Keeping Up My Front” sample & Roc Marciano] I hide my tears (nah) from the crowd by smiling (I smile, I smile baby) I go out and spend my money so they can see me styling, (Yeah, look at me, I’m styling) (Feast yo eyes, bitch) [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] No cash, smoke grass with my broke ass Write raps in the notepad Niggas ain’t got no swag No soul, no class Hoes see the gold Rolex Bitches on the bozak, know that On my case like Kojak My format, in a room, all black, playing Bobby Womack In the streets like a nomad 4-4 mag in the coat, black More crack, those stacks Homes sip the cognac Out in Commack Stone cold mack, bitch I'm a throwback Load Mac's Limbs don’t grow back when a nigga’s bones crack Drag a nigga on his own track so bad it get road rash Blast at you broke heads, we tryna get more bread Whack niggas eat a dick like cokeheads from Copiague Catch me, It's so bootleg So I get Frank Lopez Still spit it so grotesque Don’t protest cuz I hold Tecs In my low sweats, you’re no threat Bitch you’re like a Bowflex Model chicks on Prozac Lil’ homie that’s just show biz [Chorus: Smoked Sugar’s “Keeping Up My Front” sample & Roc Marciano] I hide my tears (I hide my tears) from the crowd (nigga) by smiling (The fuck you know about this, man? It’s the business baby, welcome to it) I go out and spend my money (yeah, spend it all baby) so they can see me styling (Look at the watch, bitch, when’s the last time you see some shit like this? Feast your eyes, eat your heart out, fucker) [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] I’m back again, Carhartt hats to match the Timb's Chumps fall back I tap their chin like Jackie Chan, with the black Mac-10 Masculine, yeah that’s the man, El Capitan Roll L’s, I’ll blow past the feds In the trans-am, but an Astro van Master plan, cash in my hand Fly light gear from Dapper Dan Kicks from the young man, half a gram Crack is tan, black man dance Attract the fans, clap your hands Unstrap your pants Rap cats don’t stand half a chance Got big gats back at the ranch Fat cat like half of Queens Bags of green, stacks of Ki’s Bitch, fat ass in the acid jeans Complexion like Cask and Cream Big lips, half ass and lean Sit back, have a seat Big chips like Master-P After weeks she was glad to be Giving me the cheese and the master key Act-u-all-y, cats should beat it Bitch I don’t rap for free, that fee That’s for me, grab a G Pass it please then your ass can leave Bounce. Immediately. My motherfucking money [Chorus: Smoked Sugar’s “Keeping Up My Front” sample & Roc Marciano] I hide my tears from the crowd (Playing with my motherfucking cash baby, somebody gonna get bust in their fucking head) By smiling, (Shit, ain’t smiling now though) I go out and spend my money (spending money baby) so they can see me smiling (Styling, always, look at my shit nigga, I’m draped) [Outro: Roc Marciano] Faggot ass niggas, man, what the fuck do you know about that? Snake skin down to the ground, ridin’ Yeah, I know you think it’s easy cuz you see me shining Ma’fucker it ain’t easy though Shit, I put some work in baby to look like this Motherfucker, see you at the top, motherfucker At the top [Production by Roc Marciano]