[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]
Yeah…
I feel like a… new motherf**er, man
Alright, let's get the dust off
Let's get back to work
Stretch
Nickel
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
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 a** bleeding 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 looking sterile
I'm so major, that when I pa**, treat these last flows like the last scroll
Auction off these last known pages
Stuck in my own ways, making a**hole wages
Username is Pa**code Vegas
It's Nickel, n***a, you can keep your little two cents
No longer the Patron enthusiast, on to a new blueprint
I feel like zoning, find the headphones and spew it for my own amusement
Until it's tool time, I ain't use it for home improvement
And I don't have to know magic, bruh
I'm waving this ratchet like abracadabra
That's a cadaverer, and only God to witness our resemblance
My guys relentless, riding like Mogwais inside the Gremlin
Designer rifles out the window, you ain't seen this heat
Banana clips see-through, looking like ballerina feet
Got your entire age-range on my dick
It's nothing 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 f**ed up so much, you don't know what the f** is up
Watching World Star, clutching a cup
Right after giving a side chick a bus driver uppercut
But that's another story
I'm just getting the dust off
Slaughterhouse
Goodbye…