Roc Marciano - Hide My Tears lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano] Uh, I hide my tears They think They think it's all smooth [Hook: 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, b**h) [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] No cash, smoke gra** with my broke a** Writing raps in notepads n***as ain't got no swag No soul, no cla** Hoes see the gold Rolex b**hes 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 Hoes sipping cognac How to colmate Stone cold mac, b**h on the flow back Road max Limbs don't grow back when a n***a's bones crack Drag a n***a on his own track so bad he gets road rash Elastics, pro cash, we tryna get more bread Whack n***as eat a dick like co-cash from co-pay Catch me, I'm so bootleg So I get Frank Lopez Still spit it so grotesque Don't protest cuz I hold Teks In my low sweats, you're no threat b**h you're like a Bowflex Model chicks on Prozac Lil' homie that's just show biz [Hook: Smoked Sugar's “Keeping Up My Front” Sample (Roc Marciano)] I hide my tears (I hide my tears) from the crowd (n***a) by smiling (The f** 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, b**h. When's the last time you see some sh** like this. Feast your eyes, eat your heart out, f**er) [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] I'm back again, Carhartt hats to match the Timbs 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 On 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 10, 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 b**h, fat a** in the acid jeans Complexion like Cask and Cream Big lips, half a** 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 b**h I don't rap for free, that fee That's for me, grab a chee Pa** it please then your a** can leave Bounce. Immediately. My motherf**ing money [Hook: Smoked Sugar's “Keeping Up My Front” Sample (Roc Marciano)] I hide my tears from the crowd (playing with my motherf**ing cash baby, somebody gonna get bust in their f**ing head) By smiling, (sh**, 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 sh** n***a, I'm draped) [Outro: Roc Marciano] f*ggot a** n***as, man, what the f** 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'f**er it ain't easy though sh**, I put some work in baby to look like this Motherf**er, see you at the top, motherf**er At the top [Production by Roc Marciano]