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'