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lirik lagu roc marciano - hide my tears

[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 gr-ss with my broke -ss
writing raps in notepads
n-ggas ain’t got no swag
no soul, no cl-ss
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
hoes sipping cognac
how to colmate
stone cold mac, b-tch on the flow back
road max
limbs don’t grow back when a n-gga’s bones crack
drag a n-gga on his own track so bad he gets road rash
elastics, pro cash, we tryna get more bread
whack n-ggas eat a d-ck 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-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 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-tch, fat -ss in the acid jeans
complexion like cask and cream
big lips, half -ss 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 chee
p-ss it please then your -ss 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]

f-ggot -ss 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]

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