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12am in Atl
REASON/Isaiah Rashad/Benny The Butcher/Doe Boy
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Hey, uh-uh, Rashad, haha
It's rare shit, rare shit right here
Yeah-yeah, look
Thoughts of hittin' licks still swimming 'round in my head (ah)
School of pretty women swimming 'round in my bed
Picture perfect kings, capture that with my lens (yeah)
Years of runnin' this game, shit I feel that in my legs, okay
Bitch, just keep your comments now you're fuckin' with stars
Out your rabbit-ass mind, you think you fuckin' with us
She can't get on that bus until she signin' that clause (hey)
Dope dick deposits, now she havin' withdrawals (yeah, yeah, ah)
I'm thinking 'bout Lazarus (yeah)
Reborn, still jumpin' off the roof (ah)
I'm thinking 'bout ashin' it (yeah)
Go 'head, what's poppin', hoe? (Yeah)
Pro head, I shop the hoe
Trash bags on my dick whеn I was 12
That's a hit-hit so you know wherе we been (still on that deep shit)
These niggas don't want that close range
These niggas don't want that crystal meth
These niggas might sell their aunties, mommy's, papi, profit
I see they wonder 'bout what that harm do
That junkie just bought some new arms and new charms
Dirty boy, where you from? (The Butcher comin', nigga, uh)
Dr. Kevorkian back, red ink, scorpion tat'
I hit the road with a Porsche, a brick, fork and a map
Stories 'bout your glory days, please don't bore me with that
(I don't wanna hear that shit)
I'd rather be Allen I. than Robert Horry, that's fact (thinkin' 'bout legacy)
The coupe with the window cracked
Rewindin' this instrumental back
Loud as fuck until the trunk pop up open and the windshield crack
And the AC blows, still make my hoes get in the back
'Cause the passenger seat taken, bitch, that's where the pistol at (yo bitch!)
Perkys got me aggravated, I'm a grouch just like Oscar
Irritate me, I start shootin', I ain't cappin', ask my momma (boom-boom-boom)
Did my time like a gangsta, ain't no rappin' ass imposter (facts)
I was bunkies with a nigga who put a baby in a washer (true story)
Lockin' a sock under my pillow (yeah)
I was livin' dead wrong (yeah)
Now that glock under my pilow (brrr)
Nigga play, get his head blown (fool)
Nigga gangsta 'til his mans gone (pussy ass nigga)
Studio thuggin', 'til my shooters come through
Shoot at his headphones (oh, really) (yeah, look)
Thoughts of hittin' licks still swimming 'round in my head
School of pretty women swimming 'round in my bed
Picture perfect kings, capture that with my lens
Years of runnin' this game, shit I feel that in my legs, okay
Bitch, just keep your comments, now you're fuckin' with stars
Out your rabbit-ass mind, you think you fuckin' with us
She can't get on that bus until she signin' that clause
Dope dick deposits, now she havin' withdrawals
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, okay
The bud's a cigarettes with the glock tucked in a bucket
My wallet LeToya Luckett, C-notes, singin' in public
I done changed, I done changed, but who the fuck said I wasn't?
So now it's fuck niggas, I'm Uncle Ruckus (fuck 'em)
What you expectin' to the ones I'm closest with?
I'm still the same nigga
To these rap niggas, look I'm a grave digger (yeah)
Short temper, fade quicker
Male housekeeper, look I'm a made nigga (hahaha)
REAS' the new leader of this rap shit, I'm brandin' that
Been top of West like MAGA hats
Held my city down so the key later, I'll be handed that
Done brought the panic back
I run with killers, scholars, dealers, robbers, wiley friends in packs
Some of 'em businessmen (yeah)
Some got in on they hips like fanny packs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't judge, it's all love, long as shit right with me
Some of you bad-postured niggas just don't sit right with me
Words loud but live quiet, kept it honest, kept it solid
Treat my word like my neighbor, swear to God I live by it, REAS'
Thoughts of hittin' licks still swimming 'round in my head