Lyrics
I got a drip, catch me duckin'
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 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 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
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 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"
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 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
