12am in Atl - Reason, Isaiah Rashad, Benny the Butcher

Hey, uh-uh, Rashad, haha

It is 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 ashing it (Yeah)

Go head, what’s poppin', 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 juggin' just to buy some new arms and new charms

Dirty boy, where you from?

The Butcher comin', 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, 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

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 nigga 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)

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 (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)

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 Rucket (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 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 hittin' licks still swimming 'round in my head