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