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