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alex mags - half past 3 lyrics

[alex mags]
coming up with no appreciation for your rhyme scheme
jealous n-gg-s always tryna waste my f-cking time see
they in my peripheral so moneys on my ic
but i can still see them and these n-gg-s tryna blind me
rob me and stop me, they f-cking with my mind b
cause the raps cold like the diamonds on a time piece
rolling by myself cop a dub not a dime
then i put it in a swisher, my n-gg- we smoking fine tree

momma once said stack your bread
cause i ain’t gon’ come around and pay for nothing when i’m dead
and that got into my head so a n-gg- hit the books
wasn’t worried bout no b-tch and wasn’t worried by my looks
and a n-gg- had no daddy but my grammy had it locked
told me never hit no woman never let that pistol pop
niko had me in the crib and we was listening to pac
niko had me in the crib, that’s when the rock was f-cking hot
used to skate and pop, shove and riding up and down the block
freeze tag, playing catch at my auntie’s beauty shop
and my i-pod ready b-mping cudi latest drop
got them skittles in my bag with my cola soda pop
and my mini fireworks tuck those sh-ts and let them pop
we was balling never thought that all this fun would ever stop
but you growing up unless you found a fountain of youth
and these innocent eyes and minds, they uncover the truth

i move two locations on two different occasions
two best friends i haven’t seen in ages
i got a sister that’s down south i never knew her
she hit my dm the other night on some “what you doing?”
she said she coming to the city, i ain’t read the rest
and no i can’t can a number or current address
i know my father probably turning in his grave now
but i’m and only child pop that’s facts to death

the first n-gg- after you to love momma, he left
the second n-gg- give me bread and then i got his head
i know he don’t deserve a woman like momma he don’t
i might decide his fate and grab my blade and meet his –

but i ain’t no k!ller, i won’t
thinking irrational, hands itching i think i got a rash in them
all these thoughts bashing ’em, throw ’em in a bag or somethin
wakin’ up and ask the sun why i’m breathing through my lungs
feel like i been dying for a while i been tryna run
calm me down, light one up, breath it out and lighten up
i be fine for the time being now my eyes seeing
watching shows on a flatscreen half past 3

yeah, i said
i be fine for the time being now my eyes seeing
watching shows on a flatscreen half past 3

- alex mags lyrics

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