Hammer Under the Seat

[Intro]
Sunrise highway
Tint so dark, can’t see my eyes
(engine humming)
Heart on fire, jaw tight
[Verse 1]
Me and my boy ride dirty, that blacked-out pack
State line flyin’, whole dash lookin’ like a racetrack
Hammer by my ankle, other one under the seat
Coke in the trunk, feel it draggin’ down the street
Tat sleeves itch when the blue lights flicker
Pulse jump once, then the thoughts get thicker
If they hit the siren, then the sky turn red
Either jail, cold floor, or somebody end up dead
[Chorus]
Hammer under the seat, that weight on me
Coke weigh heavy in the back, can’t breathe
Doing 150 on the Sunrise, teeth grit
If they pull us, that’s a wrap, can’t quit
Hammer under the seat, that rage in reach
God ain’t in this car, just heat
If they ride our bumper, that’s it
Either floor it, or get hit, or get hit (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Mirror check, see the blue flash pop
My boy say “chill,” but my brain say “stop”
Every scar on my knuckles, every name I lost
Every night on the corner, every stupid cost
Murder in my mind, not a song, it’s a thought
Once you cross that line, can’t uncross what you brought
Hand on the metal, other hand on the wheel
Every choice that we made sittin’ right here, real
[Chorus]
Hammer under the seat, that weight on me
Coke weigh heavy in the back, can’t breathe
Doing 150 on the Sunrise, teeth grit
If they pull us, that’s a wrap, can’t quit
Hammer under the seat, that rage in reach
God ain’t in this car, just heat
If they ride our bumper, that’s it
Either floor it, or get hit, or get hit (yeah)
[Bridge]
Is this life, or a long slow bleed?
Every wrong turn startin’ with a little need
Tats on my skin like a list of regrets
All this speed just a way to forget (woah)
[Chorus]
Hammer under the seat, that weight on me
Coke weigh heavy in the back, can’t breathe
Doing 150 on the Sunrise, teeth grit
If they pull us, that’s a wrap, can’t quit
Hammer under the seat, that rage in reach
God ain’t in this car, just heat
If we make it home from this trip
Do we change, or just dip, or just dip?

rap, Aggressive New York drill energy, dark orchestral stabs over heavy subs and skittering hats. Male vocals snarling in a tight pocket, ad-libs panned wide. Hook built around a menacing chant; verses stay clipped and vivid, bridge drops to half-time with filtered beat then slams back in for the final chorus.