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mjpaid & fordio - 3 am in oakland lyrics

[intro: fordio]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
sh+t, yop, 672, n+gga
dog sh+t militia
(d+mn, raine)
rip $cams

[verse 1: fordio]
i was countin’ up while they was tryna count me out
ain’t tryna help me stay afloat, they’d rather see me drown
ain’t tryna come up with no plan, you can’t come around
we gon’ turn it in by the ten then hit another town
we get it by, we [?], ain’t no point on takin’ it to trial
plug send a h+llapane, [?] right on speed dial
r.i.p. my cup, i need it now, i couldn’t take the easy route
with the juggs, i’m verified, just check my stats, stake, and vouch
all you got is bad work, that’s why they flaggin’ the account
ain’t even checked the track, sip, the jacks came unannounced
i just spillеd my cup, now it’s sauce that i’m spillin’ now
n+ggas, they be lost in thе sauce, down bad now

[verse 2: mjpaid]
i just caught my bin on the site, i’m finna cash out
got exotic in my ‘wood, i keep coughin’, finna pass out
how the f+ck you in the set? you ain’t never dragged no bags out
yeah, we chain smokin’ burner in the bay, this our last ounce
[?] the gang, get laid down, that’s like campgrounds
dog rappin’ like a thug, it ain’t sh+t to check his background
want so much f+ckin’ money in my hands ’til i can’t count
in a college town, pullin’ chasers out a frat house
we done hit so many stores, now the feds on us
how the f+ck you catch a run and you ain’t never put your mans on it?
don’t give a f+ck about no b+tch, i’m so d+mn focused
r.i.p. $cams, sh+t, we even had the hams loaded
[verse 3: fordio]
if you catch me with some slides, just know we rolled ’em (yep)
i’ve been sippin’ stillpane, i don’t feel emotions
played it foul and called some shots like he was in the bonus
in the sac’ reboundin’ drank, i feel like sabonis
found a run and grab a rental, now i’m goin’ global
bro just touched down in your city, taxin’ all the locals
ain’t no good comin’ out it if them slimes approachin’
grab exotic in la, but scorin’ drank in oakland

[verse 4: mjpaid]
he think i’m showin’ love on sauce, what the f+ck he smokin’?
watched my brother, how the f+ck is we gon’ be the culture?
bro like brian, quick to put some sh+t up on a poster
i can’t lie, them b+tches used to hold me, now they vultures
hit the viewin’ high as h+ll, couldn’t do it sober
hit so many stores, i be wishin’ we can do it over
my cello barellin’, i’m a chief, then i shoot with sosa
feel like dray scorin’ drank when we shoot to oakland

- mjpaid fordio lyrics

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