Low Key Video (MV)

I got a drip, catch me duckin'
All of these bitches ain't f*cking 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 f*ck out my living room
Get the f*ck 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