Vista previa
Yeh, ohh!
Check me out, look
It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain
Fo´ albums in the can and I´m STILL in the game (what up?)
And last album, they don´t like me to tell this
Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)
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 e´ry 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 got SAY THAT SHIT!