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reason - 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’ l!cks 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 f+ckin’ with stars
out your rabbit ass mind, you think you f+ckin’ with us
she can’t get on that bus until she signin’ that clause (hey)
dope d+ck deposits, now she havin’ withdrawals (yeah, yeah, ah)

[verse 1: isaiah rashad]
i’m gettin’ my [?] (yeah)
reborn, still jumpin’ off the roof (ah), i’m thinking ’bout [?] (yeah)
go head, what’s poppin’, ho? (yeah)
pro head, i shop the [?]
trashbags on my d+ck when i was twеlve
that’s a hit, hit, so you know where wе been
still on that [?] sh+t
these n+ggas don’t want that close range
these n+ggas don’t want that custom whip
these n+ggas might sell their aunties, mommy’s, papi, profit, i see
they wonder ’bout what that arm do
they juggin’ just to buy some new arms and new charms
dirty boy, where you from?
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
the butcher comin’, n+gga, 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 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 f+ck 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 n+gga 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)
n+gga play get his head blown (fool)
n+gga gangsta ’til his mans gone (p+ssy ass n+gga)
studio thuggin’, ’til my shooters come through shoot at his headphones (oh, really)

[chorus: reason]
yeah, look
thoughts of hittin’ l!cks 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 f+ckin’ with stars
out your rabbit ass mind, you think you f+ckin’ with us
she can’t get on that bus until she signin’ that clause (hey)
dope d+ck deposits, now she havin’ 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, singin’ in public
i done changed, i done changed, but who the f+ck said i wasn’t?
so now it’s f+ck n+ggas, i’m uncle rucket (f+ck ’em)
what you expectin’ to the ones i’m closest with, i’m still the same n+gga
to these rap n+ggas, look i’m a grave digger (yeah), short temper, fade quicker
male housekeeper, look i’m a made n+gga (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 k!llers, scholars, dealers, roobers, wild and friend packs
some of ’em businessmans (yeah, yeah), some got in on they hips like f+nny packs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t judge, it’s all love, long as sh+t right with me
some of you bad postured n+gga, don’t sit right with me
words loud but live quiet, kept it honest, kept it solid
treat my [?] like my neighbor, swear to god i live by it

[outro: reason]
thoughts of hittin’ l!cks still swimming ’round in my head

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