$uicideboy$ - Now I'm Up To My Neck With Offers (scrims Verse) -

He looked at his reflection in the glass door of the shop. His eyes were tired, dark circles telling the story of three days without sleep, fueled by caffeine and the manic energy of a new beat tape. He thought about the lyrics he’d just scratched into a notebook: the pride of being self-made, the middle finger to the mainstream, and the crushing weight of the "G59" legacy he was building brick by brick.

He took a drag of a cigarette, the smoke curling around his face. “Now I’m up to my neck with offers,” he muttered to the empty street. It wasn't a boast; it felt like a drowning. He looked at his reflection in the glass door of the shop

Scrim didn't move. He didn't even look over. He just flicked the ember of his cigarette into the gutter and watched it die. His life had already changed; he’d changed it himself in a basement with a laptop and a broken heart. He didn't need their ink to validate his blood. He took a drag of a cigarette, the

The neon hum of the New Orleans corner store flickered, casting Scrim’s shadow long and jagged against the grease-stained pavement. He leaned against a rusted pump, the heavy humidity of the 504 clinging to his skin like a second layer of tattoos. Scrim didn't move

His mind flashed back to the "Northside." The nights spent in the back of a beat-up van, the smell of cheap pills and desperation. He remembered when the only offer he had was a choice between a 12-hour shift for pennies or a risky hand-off in an alleyway. Back then, the hunger was simple. Now, the hunger was a beast that everyone wanted to feed for a price.

"Scrim? We’ve been trying to reach your management. We’ve got a contract that’ll change your life."