12am in Atl (feat. Isaiah Rashad, Benny the Butcher & Doe Boy)

Hey, uh-uh, Rashad, haha

It's 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 ashin' it (Yeah)

Go head, what's poppin', ho? (Yeah)

Pro head, I shop the ho

Trash bags on my dick when I was twelve

That's a hit-hit so you know where we been (Still on that deep shit)

These **** don't want that close range

These **** don't want that crystal meth

These **** might sell their aunties, mommy's, papi, profit

I see they wonder 'bout what that harm do

That junkie just bought some new arms and new charms

Dirty boy, where you from? (The Butcher comin', ****, uh)

Dr. 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 I. than Robert Horry, that's fact (Thinkin' 'bout legacy)

In 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 hos get in the back

'Cause the passenger seat taken, bitch, that's where the pistol at

Perkys got me aggravated, I'm a grouch 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 **** who put a baby in a washer (True story)

Lock in a sock under my pillow (Yeah)

I was livin' dead wrong (Yeah)

Now, that Glock under my pilow (Brrr)

**** play, get his head blown (Fool)

**** gangsta till his mans gone (Pussy ass ****)

Studio thuggin', till my shooters come through

Shoot at his headphones (Oh, really)

Thoughts of hittin' licks still swimming 'round in my head

School of pretty women swimming 'round in my bed

Picture perfect kings, capture that with my lens

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

Dope dick deposits, now she havin' withdrawals (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, okay)

Buds of 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 ****, I'm Uncle Ruckus (Fuck 'em)

What you expectin' to the ones I'm closest with?

I'm still the same ****

To these rap ****, look, I'm a grave digger (Yeah)

Short temper, fade quicker

Male housekeeper, look, I'm a made **** (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, the key later, I'll be handed that

Done brought the panic back

I run with killers, scholars, dealers, robbers, wiley friends in packs

Some of 'em businessmen (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 **** just 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, REAS'

Thoughts of hittin' licks still swimming 'round in my head