12am in Atl - REASON/Isaiah Rashad.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Benny the Butcher/Cotrell Dennard/Isiah McClain
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Benny the Butcher/Cotrell Dennard/Isiah McClain
[00:04.702]Hey, uh-uh, Rashad, haha
[00:06.953]It’s rare shit, rare shit right here
[00:10.206]Yeah-yeah, look
[00:12.956]Thoughts of hittin’ licks still swimming ’round in my head (Ah)
[00:16.451]School of pretty women swimming ’round in my bed
[00:19.446]Picture perfect kings, capture that with my lens (Yeah)
[00:22.700]Years of runnin’ this game, shit I feel that in my legs, okay
[00:25.949]Bitch, just keep your comments now you’re ****in’ with stars
[00:29.201]Out your rabbit ass mind, you think you ****in’ with us
[00:32.450]She can’t get on that bus until she signin’ that clause (Hey)
[00:35.704]Dope dick deposits, now she havin’ withdrawals (Yeah, yeah, ah)
[00:38.699]I’m thinking ’bout Lazarus (Yeah)
[00:39.951]Reborn, still jumpin’ off the roof (Ah)
[00:41.948]I’m thinking ’bout ashin’ it (Yeah)
[00:42.958]Go head, what’s poppin’, hoe? (Yeah)
[00:44.702]Pro head, I shop the hoe
[00:46.200]Trash bags on my dick whеn I was twelve
[00:48.451]That’s a hit-hit so you know wherе we been (Still on that deep shit)
[00:51.204]These niggas don’t want that close range
[00:52.702]These niggas don’t want that crystal meth
[00:54.199]These niggas might sell their aunties, mommy’s, papi, profit
[00:57.707]I see they wonder ’bout what that harm do
[00:59.704]That junkie just bought some new arms and new charms
[01:02.661]Dirty boy, where you from? (The Butcher comin’, nigga, uh)
[01:04.846]Dr. Kevorkian back, red ink, scorpion tat’
[01:07.596]I hit the road with a Porsche, a brick, fork and a map
[01:11.348]Stories ’bout your glory days,
[01:12.601]Please don’t bore me with that (I don’t wanna hear that shit)
[01:14.344]I’d rather be Allen I. than Robert Howry, that’s fact (Thinkin’ ’bout legacy)
[01:17.593]The coupe with the window cracked, rewindin’ this instrumental back
[01:20.846]Loud as **** until the trunk pop up open and the windshield crack
[01:24.095]And the AC blows, still make my hoes get in the back
[01:27.348]‘Cause the passenger seat taken, bitch, that’s where the pistol at
[01:30.598]Perkys got me aggravated, I’m a grouch just like Oscar
[01:33.850]Irritate me, I start shootin’, I ain’t cappin’
[01:36.101]Ask my momma (Boom-boom-boom)
[01:37.103]Did my time like a gangsta, ain’t no rappin’ ass imposter (Facts)
[01:40.353]I was bunkies with a nigga who put a baby in a washer (True story)
[01:43.593]Lockin’ a sock under my pillow (Yeah)
[01:45.559]I was livin’ dead wrong (Yeah)
[01:47.058]Now that Glock under my pilow (Brrr)
[01:48.555]Nigga play, get his head blown (Fool)
[01:50.053]Nigga gangsta ’til his mans gone (Pussy ass nigga)
[01:53.004]Studio thuggin’, ’til my shooters come through
[01:55.500]Shoot at his headphones (Oh, really)
[01:56.744]Yeah, look
[01:57.255]Thoughts of hittin’ licks still swimming ’round in my head (Ah)
[01:59.751]School of pretty women swimming ’round in my bed
[02:03.000]Picture perfect kings, capture that with my lens (Yeah)
[02:06.253]Years of runnin’ this game, shit I feel that in my legs, okay
[02:09.748]Bitch, just keep your comments now you’re ****in’ with stars
[02:12.755]Out your rabbit ass mind, you think you ****in’ with us
[02:16.004]She can’t get on that bus until she signin’ that clause
[02:19.246]Dope dick deposits, now she havin’ withdrawals
[02:22.253]Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, okay
[02:23.006]The bud’s a cigarettes with the Glock tucked in a bucket
[02:25.748]My wallet LeToya Luckett, C-notes, singin’ in public
[02:28.997]I done changed, I done changed, but who the **** said I wasn’t?
[02:32.250]So now it’s **** niggas, I’m Uncle Ruckus (**** ’em)
[02:34.758]What you expectin’ to the ones I’m closest with?
[02:36.997]I’m still the same nigga
[02:38.253]To these rap niggas, look I’m a grave digger (Yeah)
[02:40.749]Short temper, fade quicker
[02:42.258]Male housekeeper, look I’m a made nigga (Hahaha)
[02:44.755]REAS’ the new leader of this rap shit, I’m brandin’ that
[02:48.004]Been top of West like MAGA hats
[02:50.500]Held my city down so the key later, I’ll be handed that
[02:53.507]Done brought the panic back
[02:54.751]I run with killers, scholars, dealers, robbers, wiley friends in packs
[02:58.005]Some of ’em businessmen (Yeah)
[02:59.502]Some got in on they hips like fanny packs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[03:01.499]I don’t judge, it’s all love, long as shit right with me
[03:04.506]Some of you bad postured niggas just don’t sit right with me
[03:07.757]Words loud but live quiet, kept it honest, kept it solid
[03:11.251]Treat my word like my neighbor, swear to God I live by it, REAS’
[03:15.003]Thoughts of hittin’ licks still swimming ’round in my head