Low Key

I got a drip, catch me duckin'

All of these bitches ain't fuckin' me, no

Can't hold a conversation with no one but my cousin,

He tell me, "Don't worry, the money is comin'

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

Woke up dope sick with a cut wrist

Lil' bad bitch saying 'Here's a plot twist"

When you cut it, you weren't even a little pissed

Just a grin on your face, saying "Watch this"

Now I'm sitting back thinking how sick am I?

But that went away the moment I got high

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 it"

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