Hatchet

(Cemetery music)

I don't need no Chrome Hearts, I don't need no Prada

I don't need a dollar, steady bitches gon' follow

Rappers hit the club and get extorted by these models

SESH stay in the house, we can DoorDash a bottle

If you want a problem, we can solve it, ain't a problem

I don't call this shit my glock, call it my problem solver

Spinning like revolvers, spinnin' like some Forgiatos

Laying in my bed, mind darker than my shadow

Fighting with myself, I swear livings half the battle

Sometimes it's life or death, me? I prefer the latter

Skatin' thin ice, I hear a crack and lose my balance

This rap shit is easy but I'm workin' against the talent

I guess I'll make some loot while I'm here, keep it pushing

She say that she can handle me but took it like a rookie

Dealer pulled a 21, it's time to call my bookie

Dice hit my line and saying, "Got some plays cooking"

I know that it's a lot, I don't even gotta ask

I bet on me and mine, every time, 'til we ash

Deep dust mags with the limousine attached

Storm clouds rolling in, time to hit the ave

Yeah