Damn, what you doing over here? Whassup?   Yeah, I was thinking about you the other day   And I was thinking I should have never fucked 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 shit 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 motherfucking ass complain   About niggaz 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 niggaz 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 faggin', hoe      You see, I'm saggin'   (No)   Why I gotta act like a motherfucking asshole   (Why)   To be king of my motherfucking castle      You'll never be the missus   (Never)   Breakin' all my dishes   And fuck all my X-bitches      Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you   The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours   Fuck you, fuck you and fuck 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 motherfucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fuck all my X-bitches      Fuck you, fuck you, especially you   The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours   Fuck you, fuck you, especially you   The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours      Now, I hear you sayin' "Yeah, I used to fuck 'em"   Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then   Niggaz axin' me "Man, did you love her?"   Loved her, stupid ass, enough to fuck 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   Fuckin' 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 fuck all my X-bitches      Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you   The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours   Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you   The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours      Fuck you, fuck you, especially you   The world ain't yours, the world ain't yours   Fuck you, fuck 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 shit 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 fuckin' wit' your daughter