[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]