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]