the world could be yours

, at the start of our journey together you couldn't tear us apart, we was like tinted and ford, peas and carrots, rings with karats, and it seem people starin, hoes lovin my style, niggaz love jeans you was wearin, carryin on, this love jones heatin my soul, like a pot of auntie collard greens on top of the stove, you keep the business on the low like pullin daytons and vogues, you keep me puffin on some purple and you don't even smoke, but hold up! you flippin the script, say i fuck around, but you talkin nonsense like a gat with no clip, that's why a nigga jumped ship, i might as well do my thang, them jealous hoes on your end sprinklin salt in my game, you think i'm a lame, but honestly you hatin my fame, you mad every time pretty dimes call out my name, you know it's a shame, you keep shit goin like plumbers, get yo' belongings, get the fuck out and go live wit'cha momma, the world could be yours, but you fucked it all up, cause you got me fed all up, it's to a point now where a nigga fists stay balled up, my patience been used all up, the world could be yours, but you fucked it all up, sayin you' gon get me caught up, you know i wasn't cheatin girl, i just went to buy the mall up, let me find a hoe to call up, shorty when we first kicked it off, i met her at the mall, standin five feet tall, thick big booty broad, finest chick i ever saw, remind me of halle, but she love to roll reefer drop a chevrolet with rallys, shorty used to live in cali, now she in atlanta, say she love my country grammar while she peelin my banana, hey! now we spendin so much quality time, the other women on my mind i left 'em stranded behind, see we both were movin up, like george and louise, i never thought that you would be my only fish in the sea, but take it from me, everything ain't peaches and cream, she started screenin all my calls, never trusted in me, and followin me, always wanna argue with me, and cut on my clothes, faded all my guess and girbauds, this shit gettin old, it's time for me to hop the fence, the world coulda been yours if you had some sense, you know how i feel pimp, look shorty be trippin when i be tryin to chill pimp, like she on the ill tip, threw away my ounce cause she think i'm on her friend hip, what?, man what she do folk?, shit i know i'm through look, shorty got more problems than the pages in a math book, shoulda got her ass whooped, nigga ask me if i care, dude i gotta let her go, i'm tired of the drama and the law knockin at my do',