Yeah, ohh   Check me out, look      It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain   Four albums in the can and I'm still in the game   And last album, they don't like me to tell this   Debuted at number one and sold more records than Elvis      That's what they telling 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 starving 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 rambling at the mouth, I don't play that shit   I'm the best and I ain't really got say that shit