Nigga if you ain’t home with your cattle
Stay slow with your paddles
I roam these cold alleys
With cold chrome barrels

No gold in your saddle
No phone, no old tablet
Can back my blade from slashing your wrists
Snapping your veins in half

I’ll scatter your brains like ash
I’ll scrabble your face back
Into its place and mask
My name with remains
And paint a saints portrait painting with your blood stains, nigga

Getting dust in the attic, inexpensive extra
Y’all’s stares tell me I was nothing short of a palette cleanser
A food taster, a seat warmer, tissue paper
A cheap favour, an obligation to complete later

Congratulations for being a better me than I could every be
You taste my wasted patience when you have a drink
They probably call you by name accidentally
They probably mention me in stories you weren’t there to see

They probably mention me extensively
I write a page in history everytime I sneeze
And you’re actually just an npc nigga, get a grip

I hope you choke on your smoke
And find another boy to mess around with
I hope you end up going broke
So I’ll never have to see you again

Nigga if you ain't home with your cattle
Stay slow with your paddles
I roam these cold alleys
With cold chrome barrels

No gold in your saddle
No phone, no old tablet
Can back my blade from slashin' your wrists
Snapping your veins in half

I’ll scatter your brains like ash
I’ll scrabble your face back
Into its place and mask
My name with remains
And paint a saints portrait painting with your blood stains nigga