Low Key

[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
I got the trip, catch me ducking
All of these bitches aint buggin me, no
Cant hold a conversation with no one but my cousin, he tell me: ' Dont 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 aint nothing in my chest
The hollow gauge that cause my death
Im 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 aint even a little pissed
Just a grin on your face, saying watch this'
Now Im sitting back thinking Im sick in mind
But that went away the moment I died
Im 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 cant hear when I talk to you
Now Im back to square one
With my hand on the gun
Mama screaming 'son
Dont do it, I love you, dont do it, dont do it, dont do..'
I cant help this feeling
Dont you see that I need all these prescriptions
This aint no living
Its only a vision of the vicious cycle that is my addiction