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