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