Isaiah Rashad - 12am in Atl lyrics

[Intro] Hey, uh-uh, Rashad, haha It is rare sh*t, rare sh*t right here Yeah-yeah Look [Chorus: REASON] 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, sh*t I feel that in my legs, okay b*tch, just keep your comments now you're fu*kin' with stars Out your rabbit ass mind, you think you fu*kin' 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) [Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad & Benny The Butcher] I'm thinking 'bout lazarus (Yeah) Reborn, still jumpin' off the roof (Ah) I'm thinking 'bout ashing it (Yeah) Go head, what's poppin', hoe? (Yeah) Pro head, I shop the hoe Trashbags on my dick whеn I was twelve That's a hit hit, so you know wherе we been (Still on that deep sh*t) These ni**as don't want that close range These ni**as don't want that crystal meth These ni**as might sell their aunties, mommy's, papi, profit I see they wonder 'bout what that harm do They juggin' just to buy some new arms and new charms Dirty boy, where you from? (The Butcher comin', ni**a, uh) [Verse 2: Benny The Butcher] Doctor 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 sh*t) I'd rather be Allen Odden than Robert Howie, that's fact (My legacy) The coupe with the window cracked, rewindin' this instrumental back Loud as fu*k 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, b*tch, that's where the pistol at [Verse 3: Doe Boy] Perkys got me aggravated, I'ma growl 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 ni**a who put a baby in a washer Lockin' a sock under my pillow (Yeah) I was livin' dead wrong (Yeah) Now that Glock under my pilow (Brrr) ni**a play get his head blown (Fool) ni**a gangsta 'til his mans gone (Pussy ass ni**a) Studio thuggin', 'til my shooters come through shoot at his headphones (Oh, really) [Chorus: REASON] 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, sh*t I feel that in my legs, okay b*tch, just keep your comments now you're fu*kin' with stars Out your rabbit ass mind, you think you fu*kin' 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) [Verse 4: REASON] 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 fu*k said I wasn't? So now it's fu*k ni**as, I'm uncle Rucket (fu*k 'em) What you expectin' to the ones I'm closest with, I'm still the same ni**a To these rap ni**as, look I'm a grave digger (Yeah), short temper, fade quicker Male housekeeper, look I'm a made ni**a (Hahaha) REAS' the new leader of this rap sh*t, I'm brandin' that Been top of West like MAGA hats Held my city down so they key later I'll be handed that Done brought the panic back, I run with killers, scholars, dealers, roobers, wild and friend packs Some of 'em businessmans (Yeah, yeah), some got in on they hips like fanny packs (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I don't judge, it's all love, long as sh*t right with me Some of you bad postured ni**a, 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 [Outro: REASON] Thoughts of hittin' licks still swimming 'round in my head