[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, bitch)
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
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
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, bitch)
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
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
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