hrow dirt on me and grow a wild flower
But it’s “f-ck the world”, get a child out her
Yeah, my life a b-tch, but you know nothin' 'bout her
Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers
I’m rollin' Sweets, I’m smokin' 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 expectin' not to sweat
And these n***s know I'll lay 'em down, make your bed
B-tches try to kick me while I’m down: I’ll break your leg
Money outweighin' problems on a triple-beam
I’m stickin' to the script, you n***s skippin' scenes
Uh, be good or be good at it
F-ckin' right I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put the dick in their mouth, so I guess it’s “f-ck what they say”
I’m high as a b-tch: up, up and away
Man, I'll 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 a safe, combination is the G-code
It’s Weezy motha f-cka, blood gang and I’m in bleed mode
All about my dou' but I don’t even check the peep-hole
So you can keep knockin' but won’t knock me down
No love lost, no love found