Low Key

I got a drip, catch me duckin'

All of these bitches ain't fucking 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 comin'"

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 got a lot of useless thread

Cut me open, let me rest, there ain't nothin' in my chest

A hollow cage that caused 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 sittin' back thinkin' 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

What, 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