Damn, what you doing over here? Whassup?
Yeah, I was thinking about you the other day
And I was thinking I should have never f**ked wit` your ass
I should have left you right where I found you, my bed

When I was with you all you ever do was bitch
Talk s**t but you could suck dick
So I didn`t sweat all the fussin` and cussin`
On New Year`s Eve, the night I was bussin`

I would stress and strain to maintain
And didn`t need to hear your motherf**king ass complain
About ni**az in the house, feet on the couch
Talkin` all loud, yeah, blunt in my mouth, yeah

Bitch, I got Fifty Cents on this genesis
Talkin` `bout ni**az got to vacate the premises
She`s dead, homie histor
An` outta nowhere your ass got hard

Poured out the pub then you got drugged
We at it again, I tried to count to ten
There`s no end to your naggin`
You can`t treat me like I`m f**gin`, hoe

You see, I`m saggin`
(No)
Why I gotta act like a motherf**king asshole
(Why)
To be king of my motherf**king castle

You`ll never be the missus
(Never)
Breakin` all my dishes
And f**k all my X-bitches

F**k you, f**k you and f**k you
The world ain`t yours, the world ain`t yours
F**k you, f**k you and f**k you
The world ain`t yours, the world ain`t yours

On an` off, off an` on, bitch, I`m grown
So stop playing on my phone
(Stop)
It was a time we used to bump and grind
And find heaven without a motherf**king reverend

Managua twages and bomb-ass massages
And dreams of three-car garages
You say I`m cheating when I`m up at the studio
Come to find out you the hoe, oh and you was way out

Talkin` `bout rap, was gonna play ya
And I was wasting my time writing rhyme
You made yourself loud and clear
You wanted me to choose between you and my career
(Bitch)

Started f**king with this baller named Chris
Couldn`t resist the Rolex on his wrist
I kept on writing my raps with profanity
Now, I`m on tour f**king bitches like Fanady

You tried to diss this, now, you missed this
And the first and fifteenth is like Christmas
Send me naked pictures but give it a rest
With Mrs. Ice Cube tattooed on your breast

Now, you at the back door of my show
Dressed like a hoe, axin` could you blow
(No)
Hell no but it`s still delicious
Went from rags to riches and f**k all my X-bitches

F**k you, f**k you, especially you
The world ain`t yours, the world ain`t yours
F**k you, f**k you, especially you
The world ain`t yours, the world ain`t yours

Now, I hear you sayin` "Yeah, I used to f**k `em"
Not lettin` `em know I was a young buck then
Ni**az axin` me "Man, did you love her?"
Loved her, stupid ass, enough to f**k her with a rubber
(Bitch)

Now, I hear, I`m your big brother
(Who?)
Second cousin, friend, bitch, since when?
Incest ain`t the way I swing
(Nah)
Never bought your ass a goddamn thing
That I had to pay for

I was hateful, ungrateful and never faithful
F**kin` everything that I could, get my paws on
Walkin` through hell with gasoline draws on
Now, I`m on the mic, music is my life

Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite
(Damn)
It`s your thing if you like the switches
But it`s my world and f**k all my X-bitches

F**k you, f**k you and f**k you
The world ain`t yours, the world ain`t yours
F**k you, f**k you and f**k you
The world ain`t yours, the world ain`t yours

F**k you, f**k you, especially you
The world ain`t yours, the world ain`t yours
F**k you, f**k you, especially you
The world ain`t yours, the world ain`t yours

Never go down the same road twice
Advice from the big homie Ice Cube
Girl, you better get away from here
I don`t want that s**t no more

And don`t be callin` at my mama` house neither
I`m through wit` you, I`m through wit` you
I done got smarter, I done got smarter
I ain`t f**kin` wit` your daughter