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