Hatchets/Witness You Die

Sick of betrayal, slaying these layers of hatred embed to my soul

Looking to blow, suck in then blow, looking for blow

Watching my back for the hatchets

I'm walking so slow without knowing I'm holding up traffic, just go with the flow

Flow is so dope, magical throat

I got a cousin that maybe you'd know, he's fresh off the boat

Swing by the crib and just read what he wrote

He's fantastic at rapping, start taking some notes

Take it you're joking or slow in the dome because nobody's better than I

Don't you know, who I am?

I'm Dyme, bitch, I don't need no fans, don't need no Stans

Just need this beat and three Zig-Zag's, bitch, keep them tabs