Roc Marciano, The Alchemist - Macaroni lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Roc Marciano, The Alchemist - Macaroni lyrics]
Yo, man them niggas just got
Blown out of like 30
Yo, who is that on the phone
Oh that was Raul
Well he ain't ever getting his money back
No need to show your gun
When you're really a shogun
I'm pimp hard on a hoe in chilling cold blood
My youngin made the stove jump
My throat look like a cold front
Knock out a gold front (cold as ice)
I got the set lookin sexy (I do)
Secondly the tec is just an accessory
No MC accept for me has the recipe
To acquire everything inside
The Dupont registry
Listen my nigga, I'm an enigma
I'm still dealin with trauma from back
When I was a drifter
Used to crash at Kim's she
Was my bottom bitch, sometimes I miss her
I'm particular
But thank god I know how to pick em
Everything in the garden ain't to be bitten
If Allah said it's forbidden then
Repent and obey his wishes
Different flavored gator slippers
I was given dominion over
The whole animal kingdom
Carpenter pants with the hammer swingin
Don't pull a hamstring reachin
I'm in the East wing on
The mansion sippin reisling
Whether we win or not
We gonna stash 20 pies in the?
Rock the Lanvin tie with a windsor knot
Why not switch up the wrist watch
You see I'm on different time
You niggas need to stop rhyming and get a job
(please)
I find it kinda odd, like Chris Benoit
Your shit's been awash
I'm just waiting for this to spin dry
Nigga callin' for the whole thing
(Whole thing)
Should of just let the phone ring
(Phone ring)
But, I let that money control me
Every homie ain't your homie
Actin like ya'll know me but
Ya'll don't know me
Trappin out the Mo 8 that was the old me
Mac Macaroni Macaroni mac Macaroni Macaroni
Mac Macaroni Macaroni macaroni Macaroni
Mac Macaroni Macaroni
Like ya'll know me but you don't know me
Mac Macaroni Macaroni
Blown out of like 30
Yo, who is that on the phone
Oh that was Raul
Well he ain't ever getting his money back
No need to show your gun
When you're really a shogun
I'm pimp hard on a hoe in chilling cold blood
My youngin made the stove jump
My throat look like a cold front
Knock out a gold front (cold as ice)
I got the set lookin sexy (I do)
Secondly the tec is just an accessory
No MC accept for me has the recipe
To acquire everything inside
The Dupont registry
Listen my nigga, I'm an enigma
I'm still dealin with trauma from back
When I was a drifter
Used to crash at Kim's she
Was my bottom bitch, sometimes I miss her
I'm particular
But thank god I know how to pick em
Everything in the garden ain't to be bitten
If Allah said it's forbidden then
Repent and obey his wishes
Different flavored gator slippers
I was given dominion over
The whole animal kingdom
Carpenter pants with the hammer swingin
Don't pull a hamstring reachin
I'm in the East wing on
The mansion sippin reisling
Whether we win or not
We gonna stash 20 pies in the?
Rock the Lanvin tie with a windsor knot
Why not switch up the wrist watch
You see I'm on different time
You niggas need to stop rhyming and get a job
(please)
I find it kinda odd, like Chris Benoit
Your shit's been awash
I'm just waiting for this to spin dry
Nigga callin' for the whole thing
(Whole thing)
Should of just let the phone ring
(Phone ring)
But, I let that money control me
Every homie ain't your homie
Actin like ya'll know me but
Ya'll don't know me
Trappin out the Mo 8 that was the old me
Mac Macaroni Macaroni mac Macaroni Macaroni
Mac Macaroni Macaroni macaroni Macaroni
Mac Macaroni Macaroni
Like ya'll know me but you don't know me
Mac Macaroni Macaroni