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12am in Atl

 

12am in Atl

(الألبوم: No More, No Less: Demo 1 - 2021)


[Intro:]
Hey, uh-uh, Rashad, haha
It is rare shit, rare shit right here
Yeah-yeah
Look

[REASON:]
Thoughts of hitting 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 running this game, shit I feel that in my legs, okay
Bitch, just keep your comments now you're fucking with stars
Out your rabbit ass mind, you think you fucking with us
She can't get on that bus until she signing that clause (Hey)
Dope dick deposits, now she having withdrawals (Yeah, yeah, ah)

[Isaiah Rashad:]
I'm thinking 'bout lazarus (Yeah)
Reborn, still jumping off the roof (Ah)
I'm thinking 'bout ashing it (Yeah)
Go head, what's popping, hoe? (Yeah)
Pro head, I shop the hoe
Trashbags on my dick when I was twelve
That's a hit hit, so you know where 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
They jugging just to buy some new arms and new charms
Dirty boy, where you from?

[Benny The Butcher:]
The Butcher coming, nigga, uh
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 shit)
I'd rather be Allen Odden than Robert Howie, that's fact (My legacy)
The coupe with the window cracked, rewinding 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

[Doe Boy:]
Perkys got me aggravated, I'ma growl just like Oscar
Irritate me, I start shooting, I ain't capping, ask my momma (Boom-boom-boom)
Did my time like a gangsta, ain't no rapping ass imposter (Facts)
I was bunkies with a nigga who put a baby in a washer
Locking a sock under my pillow (Yeah)
I was living 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 thugging, 'til my shooters come through shoot at his headphones (Oh, really)

[REASON:]
Yeah, look
Thoughts of hitting 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 running this game, shit I feel that in my legs, okay
Bitch, just keep your comments now you're fucking with stars
Out your rabbit ass mind, you think you fucking with us
She can't get on that bus until she signing that clause (Hey)
Dope dick deposits, now she having withdrawals (Yeah, yeah, ah)

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, singing 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 Rucket (Fuck 'em)
What you expecting 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 branding 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 shit right with me
Some of you bad postured nigga, 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

Thoughts of hitting licks still swimming 'round in my head

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