CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 12am in Atl
Hey, uh-uh, Rashad, haha
It's rare sh*t, rare sh*t 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, sh*t I feel that in my legs, okay
B*t*h, just keep your comments now you're f**kin' with stars
Out your rabbit a** mind, you think you f**kin' with us
She can't get on that bus until she signin' that clause (Hey)
Dope d**k 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', hoe? (Yeah)
Pro head, I shop the hoe
Trash bags on my d**k whеn I was twelve
That's a hit-hit so you know wherе we been (Still on that deep sh*t)
These n***as don't want that close range
These n***as don't want that crystal meth
These n***as 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', n***a, 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 sh*t)
I'd rather be Allen I. than Robert Horry, that's fact
(Thinkin' 'bout legacy)
The coupe with the window cracked
Rewindin' this instrumental back
Loud as f**k until the trunk pop up open and the windshield crack
And the AC blows, still make my hoes get in the back
'Cause the pa**enger seat taken, b*t*h, 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' a** imposter (Facts)
I was bunkies with a n***a who put a baby in a washer (True story)
Lockin' a sock under my pillow (Yeah)
I was livin' dead wrong (Yeah)
Now that Glock under my pilow (Brrr)
N***a play, get his head blown (Fool)
N***a gangsta 'til his mans gone (Pu**y a** n***a)
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, sh*t I feel that in my legs, okay
B*t*h, just keep your comments now you're f**kin' with stars
Out your rabbit a** mind, you think you f**kin' with us
She can't get on that bus until she signin' that clause
Dope d**k deposits, now she havin' withdrawals
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**k said I wasn't?
So now it's f**k n***as, I'm Uncle Ruckus (F**k 'em)
What you expectin' to the ones I'm closest with?
I'm still the same n***a
To these rap n***as, look I'm a grave digger (Yeah)
Short temper, fade quicker
Male housekeeper, look I'm a made n***a (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 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 sh*t right with me
Some of you bad postured n***as 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
It's rare sh*t, rare sh*t 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, sh*t I feel that in my legs, okay
B*t*h, just keep your comments now you're f**kin' with stars
Out your rabbit a** mind, you think you f**kin' with us
She can't get on that bus until she signin' that clause (Hey)
Dope d**k 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', hoe? (Yeah)
Pro head, I shop the hoe
Trash bags on my d**k whеn I was twelve
That's a hit-hit so you know wherе we been (Still on that deep sh*t)
These n***as don't want that close range
These n***as don't want that crystal meth
These n***as 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', n***a, 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 sh*t)
I'd rather be Allen I. than Robert Horry, that's fact
(Thinkin' 'bout legacy)
The coupe with the window cracked
Rewindin' this instrumental back
Loud as f**k until the trunk pop up open and the windshield crack
And the AC blows, still make my hoes get in the back
'Cause the pa**enger seat taken, b*t*h, 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' a** imposter (Facts)
I was bunkies with a n***a who put a baby in a washer (True story)
Lockin' a sock under my pillow (Yeah)
I was livin' dead wrong (Yeah)
Now that Glock under my pilow (Brrr)
N***a play, get his head blown (Fool)
N***a gangsta 'til his mans gone (Pu**y a** n***a)
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, sh*t I feel that in my legs, okay
B*t*h, just keep your comments now you're f**kin' with stars
Out your rabbit a** mind, you think you f**kin' with us
She can't get on that bus until she signin' that clause
Dope d**k deposits, now she havin' withdrawals
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**k said I wasn't?
So now it's f**k n***as, I'm Uncle Ruckus (F**k 'em)
What you expectin' to the ones I'm closest with?
I'm still the same n***a
To these rap n***as, look I'm a grave digger (Yeah)
Short temper, fade quicker
Male housekeeper, look I'm a made n***a (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 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 sh*t right with me
Some of you bad postured n***as 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
