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

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 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

A black sedan pulled up slow. The driver’s window rolled down, revealing a face he didn't recognize—another scout, another middleman. He turned his back on the car and

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. The driver’s window rolled down, revealing a face