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

He turned his back on the car and started walking toward the shadows of the Northside, the beat for a new track already thumping in his skull. The offers were high, but his autonomy was higher.

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 turned his back on the car and

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. His eyes were tired, dark circles telling the

In his pocket, his phone wouldn't stop vibrating. It wasn't just friends or family anymore; it was the industry. The same people who would’ve crossed the street to avoid him two years ago were now blowing up his line. The "offers" were rolling in—record deals that felt like golden handcuffs, vultures in expensive suits promising him the world while eyeing his soul. He didn't even look over

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.