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*tch)

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
No cash, smoke grass with my broke ass
Write raps in the notepad
n*ggas ain’t got no swag
No soul, no class
Hoes see the gold Rolex
b*tches 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, b*tch I'm a throwback
Load Mac's
Limbs don’t grow back when a n*gga’s bones crack
Drag a n*gga on his own track so bad it get road rash
Blast at you broke heads, we tryna get more bread
Whack n*ggas eat a di*k 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
b*tch 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*gga) by smiling
(The f*ck 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*tch. When’s the last time you see some sh*t like this. Feast your eyes, eat your heart out, f*cker)

[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
b*tch, 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
b*tch 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 motherf*cking money
[Hook: Smoked Sugar’s “Keeping Up My Front” Sample (Roc Marciano)]
I hide my tears from the crowd
(playing with my motherf*cking cash baby, somebody gonna get bust in their f*cking head)
By smiling, (sh*t, 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*t n*gga, I’m draped)

[Outro: Roc Marciano]
Faggot ass n*ggas, man, what the f*ck 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*cker it ain’t easy though
sh*t, I put some work in baby to look like this
Motherf*cker, see you at the top, motherf*cker
At the top

[Production by Roc Marciano]