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2 am in atlanta - mjpaid & fordio lyrics

[intro: fordio]
672, dsm, yeah, sh*t
we in the a, man
f*ck
(you’re not makin’ this easy, kyle)

[verse 1: mjpaid]
another day, another jugg
can’t stress about a ho, i fill my cup up with mud, sh*t
can never trip ’bout what it was
i got up in my feelings, so i threw it in my crush, sh*t
you gotta know it make a dollar, that’s where you catch me at
she say, “when you pour that purple, really make me wet”
my brother comin’ home from a bid, so i’ve been free of stress
i mix that drank with my meds and i’ve been thinkin’ less
you can’t take that sh*t you did, live with no regrets
i tried to show my dog different, all he know is press
forgettin’ everything you did, i take this percocet
talk to my slime in the county through call and collect

[verse 2: mjpaid]
kicks got some checkers on them b*tches but i’m playin’ chess
it’s gettin’ high, f*ck the track, unc’ gon’ play the [?]
‘fore you try to take sh*t from me, n*gga, take a chance
before you get to actin’ like you street, n*gga, make a band
same n*ggas hatin’ on me try to shake my hand
i’ve been high as h*ll for some hours and i can’t win
this a glock out the box, this b*tch can’t jam
section up some bins, i woke up, 5 a.m
[verse 3: fordio]
r.i.p. my brother $cams, i just ate another ham
call it highlight reel when we walk in store and jam
is the act’ comin’ back? a n*gga been prayin’
i can’t send him in the stores, he be hesitatin’
sh*t, i’ve been tryna make it, pour up pain, i’m dedicated
pass me my medication, baby, i don’t do relations
i just found a route and swam, i know you not relatin’
brodie runnin’ laps around these n*ggas on probation
it’s just a turnaround, we ain’t here for no vacation
abbey burnt out, i’m shippin’ jacks to all the vacants
just found another lane, n*gga, you sittin’ complainin’
ain’t no dollar signs involved, no, that ain’t my language

[verse 4: mjpaid]
see me with a pop and it’s clear, this b*tch gettin’ painted
caught you in that bag for some years, that b*tch gettin’ ancient
pull up five deep all black like the secret agents
i got a pint d*mn near older than aretha franklin
i’m off a burner, i just hit it, i can’t even take it
how the f*ck you jugg and you broke? you can’t even save it
she ain’t tryna throw the p*ssy, i ain’t even waitin’
poured up a deuce and i popped a couple shrooms, i was seein’ faces

- mjpaid fordio lyrics

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