Low Key

[Ruby da Cherry]
I got a drip, catch me ducking
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 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 got another useless thread
Cut me up and let me rest
There ain’t nothing in my chest
The hollow cage that cause my death
I’m hauled away, just pause my breath

[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: 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
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