So they can lock us up one at a time
And for now I'm 'bout to carry Def Jam on my back
I'm over ten million sold, every album is crack
So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody
Though I make big money, still handle small problems
And heads up, Ludacris is almost out of his deal
Through with misdemeanors, they tryin' to give rappers felonies
Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as fuck
That's what they telling me, switch up your melody
It's 'cause I'm thinkin' 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena Booty
Only nigga gettin' checks cut from four different labels
Four albums in the can and I'm still in the game
It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain
Me and Shaka still starving and lookin' for meals
Still you lookin' at a man that's financially stable
The rambling at the mouth, I don't play that shit
And if you not feelin' I'm the cream of the crop
Mad rappers I hear you talkin' way down at the bottom
And last album, they don't like me to tell this
I'll knock rappers off your list 'til I get to the top
But true writers stay free in every one of our lines
That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts
Debuted at number one and sold more records than Elvis
