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 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 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 --- Low Key - $uicideBoy$