Love, love Love, love, Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more Young Money yeah uh Ah, throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "fuck the world", get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing about her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers I'm rolling sweets, I'm smoking sour Married to the game but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open Bibles uh I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat And these niggas know I lay them down, make them beg Bitches try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg Money outweighing problems on a triple beam I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes, uh Be good or be good at it Fucking right I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say I'm high as a bitch up, up and away, man, I come down in a couple of days OK, you want me up in a cage, then I'll come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code It's Weezy motherfucker, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down No love lost, No love found It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Yeah)