$uicideboy$ - Now I'm Up To My Neck With Offers (scrims Verse) | 2025-2027 |

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.

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. His mind flashed back to the "Northside

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. Now, the hunger was a beast that everyone

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 thought about the lyrics he’d just scratched

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.