[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry] I got the trip, catch me ducking All of these bitches ain't buggin' 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 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
[Verse 1: 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 I'm sick in mind But that went away the moment I died 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.." 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 addictionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
