[Intro]
Yeah?
I feel like a? new mother$#&@er, man

Alright, let's get the dust off
Let's get back to work
Stretch

Nickel

[Verse 1]

Yeah ? I said victory, defeat ? parallel feelings
Getting' rich, friends trip, farewell bid 'em
You go against me you won't fare well

I'll leave your $$# bleedin' in the stairwell
Turn you to the ?the? between the ?where Hell?
Is he, like the cologne that I spray on him?

Emerald, my stones so clean they lookin' sterile
I'm so major, that when I pass, treat these last flows like the last scroll
Auction off these last known pages

Stuck in my own ways, makin' $$#hole wages
Username is Passcode Vegas
It's Nickel, ^!$$%, you can keep your little two cents

No longer the Patron enthusiast, on to a new blueprint
I feel like zonin', find the headphones and spew it for my own amu!@&(t
Until it's tool time, I ain't use it for home improvement

And I don't have to know magic, bruh
I'm wavin' this ratchet like abracadabra
That's a cadaverer, and only God to witness our resemblance

My guys relentless, ridin' like Mogwais inside the Gremlin
Designer rifles out the window, you ain't seen this heat
Banana clips see-through, lookin' like ballerina feet

Got your entire age-range on my dick
It's nothin' to put your little stage name on my list
I took a little break to make some plans in my life

I never thought I'd see the day that I'd put hands on my wife, but
That's another story, perhaps another chapter
in the book written autobiographic by a warrior

Another story of a good guy whose eyelids are drunken shut
Getting' $#&@ed up so much, you don't know what the $#&@ is up
Watchin' World Star, clutchin' a cup

Right after givin' a side chick a bus driver uppercut
But that's another story
I'm just gettin' the dust off

Slaughterhouse
Goodbye?