Low Key
[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
I got the trip, catch me ducking
All of these bitches ain't buggin' me, no
Can't hold a conversation with no one but my cousin, he tell me: "Don't worry, the money is coming
These bitches is coming"
Yeah
The only question I got now
Will I see it before I end up dug in the ground
Lay low
At the bottom of a tulip bed
They know
Ruby gone out on a useless thread
Cut me up and let me rest
There ain't nothing in my chest
The hollow gauge that cause my death
I'm hauled away, just pause my breath
[Verse 1: Yung $carecrow]
Woke up dope sick with a cut wrist
Lil' bad bitch saying this a plot twist
"When you cut it you ain't even a little pissed
Just a grin on your face, saying watch this"
Now I'm sitting back thinking I'm sick in mind
But that went away the moment I died
I'm saying: "now what it do, who are you?
Get the fuck out my living room
Get the fuck out my mental too"
But bitch you can't hear when I talk to you
Now I'm back to square one
With my hand on the gun
Mama screaming "son
Don't do it, I love you, don't do it, don't do it, don't do.."
I can't help this feeling
Don't you see that I need all these prescriptions
This ain't no living
It's only a vision of the vicious cycle that is my addiction