Chords for Roc Marciano - Hide My Tears

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[Ab] _ _ _ _ I [Fm] _ [Gm] _ think _ _ _ _ _ it's all smooth.
[Fm] I [Gm] hide [Cm] my tears [Ab] from the crowd. _ _
[Fm] By [Gm] smiling. _ _ _ _
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[Fm] I [Cm] _ go out and spend my [Ab] money.
So they can look at [Fm] me [Gm] smiling.
I'm a superstar.
_ See it with your eyes, bitch.
Uh. _
[F] Uh.
[Cm] No cash.
Smoke grass with my broke [Ab] ass.
White Vaps in the notepad.
Niggas ain't got no [Fm] swag.
[Gm] No soul, no class.
Hoes see the gold Rolex.
Bitches on the Bozak know that.
On my case like [Fm] OJAC.
[Cm] My FOMAC in the Brom all black.
Playing Bobby [Ab] Bomac.
In the streets like a nomad.
Hoes FOMAC in the cold [F] black.
[Gm] No crack, no stacks.
Homesick the cognac.
Out of Comac.
Stone cold Mac, bitch.
I'm a [Fm] throwback.
[Cm] Flow max.
Limps don't grow back.
When a nigga bones [Ab] crack.
Smack a nigga on his own track.
So bad he get full [F] vash.
[Gm] Blast, it's Procat.
We trying to get more brag.
Whack niggas in the dick like Colcats from Copac.
[Fm] [Gm] That's me, it's so [Cm] bootleg.
So I get Frank Lopez.
[Ab] Still spitting so grotesque.
No protest, cause I hold [Fm] taxes.
[Gm] On my low sweat, yeah, no threat.
Benching like a Bowflex.
Model chicks on Bozak.
My little homie, that's Ted [Fm] Sobiesz.
I [Cm] hide my tears from [Ab] the crowd.
_ Nigga, [Fm] [Gm] you don't have to know about this, man.
It's the business, baby.
Welcome to it. _ _
_ [Cm] I go out and spend my [Ab] money.
So they can see [Fm] me [Gm] starting.
The last time you see some shit like this, baby, it's your wife.
Eat your heart out, fucker.
[F] Yo, [Gm] [Cm] I'm back again.
Carhall hats with the match [Ab] attempts.
Jump forward, back out, tap your chin.
Like Jackie Chan with the Black [Fm] Mac 10.
[Gm] _ Masculine, yeah, that's the man, El Capitan.
Roll L's, I'll blow past your fetish.
I'm the Trans Am of the [Fm] Astrovan.
I'm [Gm] after the plan, [Cm] cash in my hand.
Fly like gear from Dapper [Ab] Dan.
Kicks from the young man, half a grand.
Crack a 10, black [Fm] man dance.
[Gm] Act the fence, clap your hands, unstack the pins.
Fat cats don't stand half a chance.
Got big ass back, got the [Fm] wrench.
[Cm] Fat cat like half the queens.
Backs green, stacks of [Ab] keys.
Bitch, fat ass in the Ashton jeans.
Flex like cast cream.
Big [F] lips, half [Gm] Vaseline.
Sit back, half a seat.
Spin chips like Master P.
After weeks, she was glad to be.
Giving me the cheese and the Master [C] Key.
[Cm] Actually, has to be.
Bitch, I'll rap for free, that [Ab] fee.
That's for me.
Grab a G, pass please, and your ass can [F] leave.
[Gm] _ _ Bounce, immediately. _
_ My motherfucking money. _
[Fm] I [G] had [Cm] my tears.
Playing with my [Ab] motherfucking dad, baby.
The mic gonna get busted in they fucking head. [Fm] My [Gm] smiling. _ _ _ _
I ain't smiling now, though. _ _
[Fm] _ [Cm] _ I couldn't spend my [Ab] money.
Spending money, baby.
So they can see [Fm] me [Gm] smiling.
Stabbing. _
Always.
Look at my shit, nigga.
I'm Drake.
[F] _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
[Ab] Slagging ass niggas, man.
What the fuck you know about that?
[Fm] _ [Gm] _ Snake skin down to the ground.
_ _ Rotten. _ _
[Fm] _ [Gm] [Cm] Yeah, I know you think it's easy, because you see me [Ab] shining.
_ Motherfucker, it ain't easy, though.
[Fm] Shit.
[Gm] I put some work in, baby, to look like this.
_ Motherfucker.
See you at the top, motherfucker.
[Fm] _ [Gm] _ [Cm] Ciao. _ _
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