Moments by Mac Siegel Lyrics
[Intro Mac Siegel]
Asking who is he?
Pen game so elite
The one and only, Mac Siegeee....
The block gonna speak, and them folks gonna creep, and them hoes Gonna leak..
Fuck what you heard about meee
[Verse 1]
Just cracked a 40 top
Should I body it or sip?
And tell me if I share my dreams you gone trip?
Run a razor cross my aspirations
Or rejoice and join my hands in meditation while exhibiting patience
Believe, visualize, to achieve, then put in to action
Niggas wanna toast with the winning faction
Slackin', willing to gas guzzle
Go with the flow
Like their mouth piece been muzzled
Never pickin' up rubble
Bitches want a lifestyle, wild, off a trickin' pussy and slurpin' white
Down, faking sounds
Just to touch the crown
Push a pound in the jects, become a young trap star
D's on ya head, and smuts plottin' cause of ya car
While the kingpins sit creasing linen, with cigars
Laughing, as the young D boys clip, and trade scars
Briefcase found his ace in the hole, sent 3 niggas up, life, no parole, goals
Its why I
Dodge the news
Stick to my fam and crews
And keep the pedal light footed, v on cruise
They just wanna see us lose
Task force in the neighborhood
They ain't lookin' to rehabilitate, just choose
Dwelling in my thoughts, trapped in my psyche
Leave me be
Contemplating how imma stay alive and eat
Just another day, in the life of average
They wonder how I manage
Tryna control the hidden savage
[Bridge]
Sometimes I feel alone, in the zone. touch tone
Ready to bust like a nine milly chrome
Ash in the tray, blunts straight to the dome, now my mind soaring High, writing legendary poems
Fuck with my wave, Shades on, lowkey
Playin' the cut lit off the OE
Plain in a hoodie, and some coke og's
Chillin' tonight, with the lo pro steez
[Verse 2]
Make a stand so I can get these bandz
Touch down in foreign lands, spit for all my fans
Old hoes, in droves, hoping they four leaf cloves, you know how it Goes
Need a couple stones, to throw on my clothes
So my wrist'll match how my whole inside been froze
Open mind with the rhymes, but my heart been closed
Say you need these keys, well I'm bout to unload
Pure raw uncut, for the fiends feelin' low
Time chiseled a distance, yet they still persistent
To get my attention, for a meal at instant
I'll spend when I feel like it, fabulous nights
Buddha, when I realized it
Think, I'm trickin' girl you fuckin' tried it
Who that is?
Not I, but yours truly
Hector play the back
While Mackenzie direct the movie
Sun came out, blessed all the groupies
Now everybody wallin' like uniformed juvies
I'm the muthafuckin' mic rocka
Got the spot jumpin' like a desert eagle, propa
Sit and analyze, formulate analysis
Imma come clean, you ain't ready for a visit
What you tryna do, nigga mac done did it!
Came up smooth, as the groove, out them city trenches
And its endless Should it be tom ford
Or cartier lenses
Miles up a mountain, just to prove you're relentless...
[Hook]
When you think of me
Tell me what you envision I'd be?
Be honest, I got time, spit it out, let it flow
Speak slow, so I can hear over this v12 blow...
Flyin' high, takin' trips over seas
It's a shame, you should've next to me
Its all good though, imma floss on my own
Peeped ya number on the phone, and pretend I wasn't home
[Verse 3]
A nigga got goals, for the rolls, hoe don't act like you ain't know
Mink, with wool inside, cashmere sweater under it
Jordan crocodile loafer, Soles ebony lumber shit
Don't ask the price, you'll be haunted by the number bitch
When that G pull up
And the G's pull up
And the B's wanna pile like 3 in each truck
Is the beginning of a beautiful sin
Pour the gin
Designated driver?
Like I'm Adidas, I'm all in
For my niggas on the concourse, rockin' concord's
Tellin' lies to the whores, on accord, like it's a sport
And my guys servin' up french fries
Flippin' pies, doing whatever to survive, keep ya head to the sky
Time is money
But if money was time
I'd pay a dime a second, to rewind and decline decisions reckless
Record button up
Now a nigga Robert Kelly
Trapped in makin', tracks that hit like Serena's back spin
I'm Aang with the blunt wind
Torchin' the spliff
When that beat drop, call me Harambe, cause I go ape shit
Party in the jects, get together at ya crib?
Well who you rollin' with?
POP IT IN, THE TAPE IS LIT!
Its the south Bronx crew
With the grandiose kid
With the bitch that's super tight
Cause I told her not tonight
Keep ya mouthpiece closed
Eyes wide open ears too
Now pick up the glass of welch's
And drink up ya apple juice
Peace!
[Hook]
When you think of me, tell me what you envision I'd be?
Be honest, I got time, spit it out, let it flow
Speak slow, so I can hear over this v12 blow-OW-OW
Flyin' high, takin' trips over seas
It's a shame, you should've next to me
It's all good though, imma floss on my own
Peeped ya number on the phone, and pretend I wasn't home
Asking who is he?
Pen game so elite
The one and only, Mac Siegeee....
The block gonna speak, and them folks gonna creep, and them hoes Gonna leak..
Fuck what you heard about meee
[Verse 1]
Just cracked a 40 top
Should I body it or sip?
And tell me if I share my dreams you gone trip?
Run a razor cross my aspirations
Or rejoice and join my hands in meditation while exhibiting patience
Believe, visualize, to achieve, then put in to action
Niggas wanna toast with the winning faction
Slackin', willing to gas guzzle
Go with the flow
Like their mouth piece been muzzled
Never pickin' up rubble
Bitches want a lifestyle, wild, off a trickin' pussy and slurpin' white
Down, faking sounds
Just to touch the crown
Push a pound in the jects, become a young trap star
D's on ya head, and smuts plottin' cause of ya car
While the kingpins sit creasing linen, with cigars
Laughing, as the young D boys clip, and trade scars
Briefcase found his ace in the hole, sent 3 niggas up, life, no parole, goals
Its why I
Dodge the news
Stick to my fam and crews
And keep the pedal light footed, v on cruise
They just wanna see us lose
Task force in the neighborhood
They ain't lookin' to rehabilitate, just choose
Dwelling in my thoughts, trapped in my psyche
Leave me be
Contemplating how imma stay alive and eat
Just another day, in the life of average
They wonder how I manage
Tryna control the hidden savage
[Bridge]
Sometimes I feel alone, in the zone. touch tone
Ready to bust like a nine milly chrome
Ash in the tray, blunts straight to the dome, now my mind soaring High, writing legendary poems
Fuck with my wave, Shades on, lowkey
Playin' the cut lit off the OE
Plain in a hoodie, and some coke og's
Chillin' tonight, with the lo pro steez
[Verse 2]
Make a stand so I can get these bandz
Touch down in foreign lands, spit for all my fans
Old hoes, in droves, hoping they four leaf cloves, you know how it Goes
Need a couple stones, to throw on my clothes
So my wrist'll match how my whole inside been froze
Open mind with the rhymes, but my heart been closed
Say you need these keys, well I'm bout to unload
Pure raw uncut, for the fiends feelin' low
Time chiseled a distance, yet they still persistent
To get my attention, for a meal at instant
I'll spend when I feel like it, fabulous nights
Buddha, when I realized it
Think, I'm trickin' girl you fuckin' tried it
Who that is?
Not I, but yours truly
Hector play the back
While Mackenzie direct the movie
Sun came out, blessed all the groupies
Now everybody wallin' like uniformed juvies
I'm the muthafuckin' mic rocka
Got the spot jumpin' like a desert eagle, propa
Sit and analyze, formulate analysis
Imma come clean, you ain't ready for a visit
What you tryna do, nigga mac done did it!
Came up smooth, as the groove, out them city trenches
And its endless Should it be tom ford
Or cartier lenses
Miles up a mountain, just to prove you're relentless...
[Hook]
When you think of me
Tell me what you envision I'd be?
Be honest, I got time, spit it out, let it flow
Speak slow, so I can hear over this v12 blow...
Flyin' high, takin' trips over seas
It's a shame, you should've next to me
Its all good though, imma floss on my own
Peeped ya number on the phone, and pretend I wasn't home
[Verse 3]
A nigga got goals, for the rolls, hoe don't act like you ain't know
Mink, with wool inside, cashmere sweater under it
Jordan crocodile loafer, Soles ebony lumber shit
Don't ask the price, you'll be haunted by the number bitch
When that G pull up
And the G's pull up
And the B's wanna pile like 3 in each truck
Is the beginning of a beautiful sin
Pour the gin
Designated driver?
Like I'm Adidas, I'm all in
For my niggas on the concourse, rockin' concord's
Tellin' lies to the whores, on accord, like it's a sport
And my guys servin' up french fries
Flippin' pies, doing whatever to survive, keep ya head to the sky
Time is money
But if money was time
I'd pay a dime a second, to rewind and decline decisions reckless
Record button up
Now a nigga Robert Kelly
Trapped in makin', tracks that hit like Serena's back spin
I'm Aang with the blunt wind
Torchin' the spliff
When that beat drop, call me Harambe, cause I go ape shit
Party in the jects, get together at ya crib?
Well who you rollin' with?
POP IT IN, THE TAPE IS LIT!
Its the south Bronx crew
With the grandiose kid
With the bitch that's super tight
Cause I told her not tonight
Keep ya mouthpiece closed
Eyes wide open ears too
Now pick up the glass of welch's
And drink up ya apple juice
Peace!
[Hook]
When you think of me, tell me what you envision I'd be?
Be honest, I got time, spit it out, let it flow
Speak slow, so I can hear over this v12 blow-OW-OW
Flyin' high, takin' trips over seas
It's a shame, you should've next to me
It's all good though, imma floss on my own
Peeped ya number on the phone, and pretend I wasn't home