Lyrics 3MERGE - MIND.

It's the 3 bladed assassin backyard shaded hop the fence you get ya ass whipped
Let my dogs you might end up in a casket send 'em down the street to Latisha weaving Baskets
Flaking on yo bitch sent that text you such a bastard
Niggas really showing out
I just got the party jumping I was only half lit
This shit for the passion I ain't striving for no bad bitch
Bitches wanted cash I need a bitch that make cash flip
Hatin' ona nigga but I love em like some bad kids
Had to ghost lil baby started unloading her baggage
Lock me up for murder I'm just letting off a tad bit
It's a cool world I'm replacing roles with Brad Pitt
Started doing music I ain't fucking with the sad shit
Dark to the light like the cloak and the dagger unofficial slacker with the clean cut Cwagger
You the type of nigga take a rope I gave you ladder
Lotta fake niggas cover hate with the laughter couple jake niggas for the cheese they will Chatter
Getting outta line we just serve em ona platter and uhhh we working on the goal
Clean step back with the cross finger roll yea please step back these are my player Clothes

My three stepback got you crying on the court
It's the three eyed artisan
Lightsaber to ya stomach til we see cartilage
Billy Dee Star Wars shit
You is not allowed around this town or any part of it, do the black castle army foul be Smarter bitch (be smart)
If home is where the heart is then I'm heartless for the moment I be lonely smoking solo While the party lit
Part of me is Helmet Veyd the other half a Marley
I'm bartering over barley by that wheat, in the farm with it (damn)
I'm just talking shit
I got a bone to pick
Rotating the chair the throne, on the court I'm known to miss
Studio I'm known to swish
Press record light the shit on fire then I blow it out, make a wish
Foundation strong shit was made with brick
You just known to bitch
Prolly why I blocked your last rhymes last time
I'm thinking holy shit ya shit is total shit
Not a bad line I can't remember I eliminate waste, I'm like placenta yo
Y'all ain't fucking with helmet
My profession is all paint so when I ball I play like a center
Plate of polenta
Seen you scrape for positions but this shit that I make is better
My speed defying the Tesla's
I'm redefining what's mecca
Butcher like Becca helly melting cheese next to where the bread was
Seventeen seconds til the triple execution watch ya head bruh bro beheading
Power with my brethren slightly so the seven
I woke up blended and poed the beverage
Fuck