You I Got to get me Dollar divisions. They're gonna give me though. Can I look up as they show in the one with my cousin? He tell me don't worry the money is coming Bitches is coming Yeah The only question I got now Will I see you people? I end up ducking the crown Play low at the bottom of a jewelry bag Ain't no room, we got a lot of useless dirt Cut me open, let me rest There ain't nothing in my chest The hollow cage that caused my death I'm all the way just cause my breath Fuck up, don't sit with a cut wrist Little bad bitch saying it's a plot twist When you cut it you wouldn't even a lil' piss Just a grin on your face saying watch this Now I'm sitting back thinking I'm sick in my But that window wait a moment I'm saying now what it do with 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 the prescriptions This ain't no living It's only a vision A deep vicious cycle That is my addiction