I was born a rapper s son from Atlanta,
Pimping hos when I was five years old.
We had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley,
Cause that s just how we always like to roll.
We didn t mind, showing off our Bling, Bling,
Our golden teef and our Cadillac Escalade.
Bitches shake their booty when they past by me,
And as I smoke my Cuban Tree I ve got it made.
Chorus:
I m living fat and I m living large
Throwing leg in my Bentley car
And my P.O. said that I wont get far
Being the Son, Of a Rap Star.
Chillin at the club with my homies,
Sippin on gin and juice when my Boo walks past. (Spoken: Whats up Boo)
You better step on off and not be frontin ,
Or else I ll bust a cap off in your ass.
I m my babies Daddy and his a Mama
Don t ax me cause that s all you need to know,
His pajamas are made by Gucci and Versace
Cause that s just how we always like to roll.
Chorus:
I m living fat and I m living large
Throwing leg in my Bentley car
And my P.O. said that I wont get far
Being the Son, Of a Rap Star.
Being the son,
Of a Rap Star.
