Yeah, ohh

Check me out, look



It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain

For albums in the can and I'm still in the game

The last album, they don't like me to tell this

Debuted number 1 and sold more records than Elvis



That's what they tellin' me, switch up your melody

Through with misdemeanors, they tryin' to give rappers felonies

So they can lock us up, one at a time

But true writers stay free in every one of our lines



And if you not feelin' I'm the cream of the crop

I'll knock rappers off your list 'til I get to the top

Still you lookin' at a man that's financially stable

Only nigga gettin' checks cut from four different labels



That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts

Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as fuck

So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody

It's 'cause I'm thinkin' 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty



Me and Shaka still starvin' and lookin' for meals

And heads up, Ludacris is almost out of his deal

I'm over ten million sold, every album is crack

And for now, I'm 'bout to carry Def Jam on my back



Mad rappers, I hear you talkin' way down at the bottom

Though I make big money, still handle small problems

The ramblin' at the mouth, I don't play that shit

I'm the best and I ain't really gotta say that shit

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