Low Key lyrics

[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
I got the drip, catch me duckin'
All of these b*tches ain't f*ckin' me, no
Can't hold a conversation with no one but my cousin
He tell me, "Don't worry, the money is comin'
These b*tches 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

[Verse 2: Yung $carecrow]
Woke up dope sick wit' a cut wrist
Lil' bad b*tch saying, "Here's a plot twist
When you cut it, you weren't even a little p*ssed
Just a grin on your face, sayin', '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 f*ck out my living room
Get the f*ck out my mental too
What, b*tch? You can't hear when I talk to you?"
Now I'm back to square one, with my hand on the gun
Mama screamin', "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 feelin'
Don't you see that I need all the prescriptions?
This ain't no livin'
It's only a vision of the vicious cycle that is my addiction