Roc Marciano - Hide My Tears lyrics

Uh, I hide my tears they think
They think it’s all smooth

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)

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
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)

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
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)

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